Along with motherhood comes a huge wodge of guilt.
Ok, I'm suffering mum guilt, I can't tell if I'm being irrational.
Here's the deal.
Megan has been at nursery since she was 6 months old. She loves going to nursery, all of the nursery nurses seem to love her there and she has a couple of friends that she talks about. It was always our plan to move her to a better nursery closer to home when she reached two (the new nursery doesn't take them before two years). Now the time has come for me to notify the nursery that Meg will be leaving and I'm starting to feel guilty about it. I know she will settle into a new nursery no problem, but I still feel bad about changing things. Am I being daft?
On the flip side, the kitchen project is progressing, we are living in a bit of a builders yard, but we are seeing results, so all good so far...
Here's the deal.
Megan has been at nursery since she was 6 months old. She loves going to nursery, all of the nursery nurses seem to love her there and she has a couple of friends that she talks about. It was always our plan to move her to a better nursery closer to home when she reached two (the new nursery doesn't take them before two years). Now the time has come for me to notify the nursery that Meg will be leaving and I'm starting to feel guilty about it. I know she will settle into a new nursery no problem, but I still feel bad about changing things. Am I being daft?
On the flip side, the kitchen project is progressing, we are living in a bit of a builders yard, but we are seeing results, so all good so far...