Mother Guilt

"I'm bored Mum"

The perennial whine of the summer school holidays child.... Poor Celyn. Danny has been up to his eyes busy getting his new business ready to go (I'll blog about that later). I've been up to my eyes with helping him, and all the other stuff that goes with running your own business and being a housewife and SAHM all mixed together. Honestly it's manic. And today I had the builders turn up (planned) to start work on our soon-t0-be patio *happy dance, happy dance*. Then friends from church turned up (not planned). And then, blow me down, my Auntie & Uncle (who live in Pembroke) turned up (yet again not planned). And then the phone rang as well. 6 visitors in my house, my quiet morning turning into mayhem and I was mentally rolling my eyes thanking the powers that be that I'd had the presence of mind to tidy and hoover that very morn. One visitor went to the loo and I had no toilet paper left in there however. Ho hum. He had to make do with kitchen roll cos I couldn't be tiddled to go upstairs for one.

So...the upshot of this is Celyn's done a few things these summer holidays. But she's bored after several days of not much going on for her. So I rang a school friend's mum to arrange a play date. School friend's mum and her 2 daughters were busy making chocolate chip cookies (you could hear girly giggling in the background). And unfortunately Celyn's friend, her mum explained, wasn't really available till next Monday because tomorrow they're going to Folly Farm (hands-on farm in Pembrokeshire...very fun), Thursday they're going to the beach, and Friday they are out somewhere else (I forget where). Fine...no problem of course...play date arranged for Monday.

And then I sat here and the guilt washed over me in waves. I'm such a crap mother! No chocolate chip moments in this house. No trips planned anywhere...and no time to take her on one anyway. Poor, poor child.

Sigh.

Sigh again.

*Chrissie wanders off feeling pooey*