A Mother’s Guilt

Have you ever had so many things to do that you don’t really know where to start? So you end up trying to make a plan and you spend so much time trying to make a plan that you really get nothing done? So then there you are at the very last minute before your deadline scrambling to get everything together? I am a really good planner but not a good executer. Is that a word executer, executioner..(hmm not sure of the correct term)

I am leaving for Africa tomorrow. And I have just started packing, let me correct that I begin to get things together and organized and then I feel overwhelmed by it all and I get sidetracked by something else that I think really needs to be done before I go. Like blogging.. well, I don’t really need to blog, I just need to unload, so here I am unloading on you.

I am going to miss my kids. That is worrying me. I have never been so far away from them, or away for a long stretch of time. I am not worried about their care or anything like that, they will be in the best possible care. My very best friend from childhood has taken a week of vacation from work and is keeping them. (How many of you have friends like that? I am blessed!)  I am simply going to miss them. And I am sure they will be missing me too, and maybe that’s what is the hardest, knowing that they will want me and I wont be here, then mommy guilt kicks in. Right now, I am so thankful that I have so many kids, I am thankful that they love each other so deeply and will be able to give comfort to each other. There is nothing better than family!

Ok, thanks, I feel better now. I am better get back to packing….