I work so many long hours. I don’t intend to… but it just happens. I know how to say no when I have to but if I have no plans, then I will likely pick up doubles when they are offered.
This is not what makes me feel guilty.
What makes me feel guilty is that when I come home, my kittycow was fed by the Stalker. She then proceeds to attack my feet every chance she gets. Once is funny, twice is cute but three times makes me mad. Every time increases intensity and I can understand she wants to have my attention. But my patience runs thin. I know my cow well enough to know that she will just continue her assaults with ever increasing harshness.
This is when I close her into the bathroom.
And for this I feel guilty.