Sometimes it's good to feel bad
Guilt: Quite a trip
This got me thinking about all the many uses of guilt. Which made me think I could write a column about it. But the entertaining and teachable moments of my life in which guilt played a part were too vast for me to sort. So I only thought about the times I felt guilt just in the past few days. Here's what I came up with:
The Guilt Trip: Spending money on a "vacation" while we have so many bills to pay
Action: We tell them we can't go unless we qualify for a scholarship. We do.
My family and I go away on a weekend retreat.
GT: I am missing my daughter's robotics competition.
Action: I keep in contact with her, texting her how much I wish I were there. Also, I fantasize about cloning myself
I ask my mom if she can take care of my 8-year-old Lab while we're gone.
GT: Part one: Every time we leave him, he whines and cries and won't eat. Part two: Asking my mom for a favor AGAIN
Action: Part one: I decide to buy him extra-special treats -- hoping he will eat them this time. Part two: Repeat to myself: She's my mom. She wants to do me favors. Really. She loves it.
I leave work early Friday.
GT: Two of my co-workers had to finish a few things for me.
Action: Say "Thank you so much!" as I dash out the door. Make note to return the favor some day.
My husband spends more than 10 hours on the road picking my oldest son up from college and returning with him to the retreat location.
GT: My husband always does the driving.
Action: Thank God my husband always does the driving.
I enjoy myself all weekend (despite all these guilt trips). I get \0x0A\0x0Ato know everyone, drink coffee all day, snowshoe with my family, work on a few puzzles. Eat. Sleep.
GT: Try to figure out what I did to deserve all this R&R. Come up with nothing.