Sometimes, I feel like a lame mummy. I feel like I am not giving the time and attention to my little monkeys. I am not as crippled by guilt as I used to be. I don't let it eat me up like I used to.
But I worry. I worry that I am not enough for them. Or that the choices I am making for them are not the right ones.
But then we I make them some crap out of nappy boxes and alfoil. And I feel like I am the bestest mummy that ever mummied.
My little boys are happy with alfoil hats and a guitar box rocket. Oh and toothpaste box and button astronaut phones....
They are happy with homemade superhero outfits.
They are happy that I am their mummy.