Guilty

Yesterday, Ruy wanted to go to a bookstore. I told him I couldn’t as I needed to work. I told him I’d go with him right after I finish the files I was listening to. He said it’s okay, he didn’t want to interrupt my work and that he’d go on his own.

I let him.

I am now eaten up by guilt. It’s the weekend, I shouldn’t be working. I should be hanging out with my family and relaxing. Yet the majority of the weekend was spent working on paid opps and working on my laptop for my real work. =( I feel like a bad wife.