I’ve had a great weekend: night out with the gang, Canada Day, my birthday…It’s been awesome!

But today I awoke with overwhelming guilts that suggest I somehow didn’t deserve to have a good weekend celebrating my family, friends, country or myself.

My mind seems to be caught up in shirked responsibilities, budgetary impacts of the weekend, too much birthday spoiling from my husband…undeserved happiness.

Today is what I call a “Pocket Day” a day where all I want to do is become small enough to crawl into my husbands pocket where I’ll be safe and warm.
Fortunately for me, my husband is very aware and supportive of my high, crash, pocket cycle and I’ll be fine tomorrow!