Where are you?

"Mommy where are you"

My two year old yells around the house as I switch the laundry over.

"Mommy where are you"

My three year old shouts down the hallway while I'm in the bathroom.

Like I may somehow have left them in those few moments and aren't coming back. 

This. This is why the laundry doesn't always get done. This is why sometimes fresh supper isn't made. 

Because I love them, because I don't like hearing the desperation in their voice. I am here baby, I am right here.

And I might feel guilty that I didn't get everything done and my laundry is still piling up. I might feel guilty because my husband has to have pizza or leftovers.

But... It's worth it.

XX,

The Guilty Mom