{"id":410,"date":"2024-04-17T16:29:57","date_gmt":"2024-04-17T20:29:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/savoringmotherhood\/?p=410"},"modified":"2024-04-10T16:30:25","modified_gmt":"2024-04-10T20:30:25","slug":"expectations-perfectionism-the-catalyst-to-mom-guilt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/savoringmotherhood\/2024\/04\/expectations-perfectionism-the-catalyst-to-mom-guilt\/","title":{"rendered":"Expectations & Perfectionism: The Catalyst to Mom Guilt\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>
Photo courtesy of Eye for Ebony on Unsplash<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/p>
Today was a day to celebrate a huge accomplishment and I fully expected to be raising a glass over a succulent steak dinner, baked potatoes and perfectly grilled onions.\u00a0 Instead, I was sitting on the living room floor cleaning up dog pee while my boys ran right by the load of laundry that sat unfolded on the hearth. My youngest yelled from the bedroom that he couldn\u2019t find any pajamas to wear.\u00a0 \u2018Maybe they\u2019re in that clean laundry basket you keep ignoring,\u2019 I thought to myself sarcastically.\u00a0 I kept scrubbing, my throat working hard to swallow down the tears. I tucked my chin and willed my eyes to not turn red for my husband to see.\u00a0 My expectation of the evening and the perfectionism with which I planned it were rapidly fraying as I gave in to Mom Guilt.<\/span><\/p>\n