The Guilting Hour: The hour after everyone in the household is sleeping angelically and you are awake beating yourself with a virtual hose for all the things you did wrong that day.
Guilt: Oh, remember how your sweet son laid next to you for almost 30 minutes this morning waiting for you to wake up so he could tell you he loved you? And then remember how you snapped loudly at him later that afternoon for leaving his yogurt where the dog could get it?
Guilt: What a darling, just think how sweet it was when she nuzzled your neck as you carried her to her crib for naptime. Then remember how when you were making dinner you said NO! to her so loudly that she started to cry?
Guilt: Gosh, 7 years of marriage and he's still in love with you, wasn't it sweet how he did all the dishes and kept the kids away so you could sleep in this morning? Then remember how you called him at work shrieking like a mad fishwife at him for putting in so much overtime?
Guilt: The people you have met online are pretty amazing, isn't it great how they leave such awesome comments for you all the time? Do you recall how you've posted about your odd pro-choice stance a couple of times? Bet that felt great for all the readers who've lost babies to read when they came here for a laugh.
Me: (Pulling the covers over my head) GAH!