I’m sat reading the Edinburgh Postnatal Depression Scale questionnaire that I have been given by the doctor this morning.
My phone buzzes and it is Mr C telling me that he forgot to take his lunch to work this morning.
My heart sinks and I immediately feel guilty. He looked after the children for an hour and a half this morning so I could get some sleep as I’d only managed two hours overnight. He had too much to do. It’s my fault he forgot his lunch.
My eyes return to the page and I read the next question
‘I have blamed myself unnecessarily when things went wrong:
Yes, most of the time
Yes, some of the time
Not very often