I walked away from my daughter in a restaurant today.
I wasn't thinking straight, apparently. DH and I had taken her to breakfast at a bagel place, and we had been switching off who had her. He was gone to get coffee, she was sitting in the high chair, the waitress came by and dropped off the wrong shit (she looked stressed), I got up without even THINKING to give it back to her. Walking right away from my child in the highchair. I was only out of sight for a second before it dawned on me what the fuck I was doing (but a second is all it takes, we know this)
And now... mommy guilt. Massive mommy guilt.
And the lady next to us... the looks she was giving me were almost comical. If I wasn't so guilty I would have had to laugh-that bad. I probably deserved the looks. But yeah. I'll laugh about that later after the mommy guilt dissipates.