Reassuring myself

I think I'm a good mom. I have guilt at appropriate moments. I haven't shaken the baby. I chat with her, read to her, and show her fun things. Only rarely do I avoid the duties of motherhood and only then when I know she's being taken good care of. Like yesterday when I had to stop at Target anyway and kind of spent a little more time than I needed to, just aimlessly wandering, spending a few precious moments alone. And that's when the guilt came in. But I was doing something for the baby, right? Actually, I was doing two things for Animalia. I was a) buying diapers and b) taking a breath before diving back in for the evening. I swear that baby makes me tired. So there. I've confirmed it for myself. I'm a good mom. Phew.