Guilt Sucks

The other day I had my first "green guilt". I was explaining the wonderfulness of the key less entry on one of our vehicles to another Mom at soccer (she had just received a call from her husband who had locked the keys in their van and she was going to have to rescue him as soon as soccer was done). She asked what kind of vehicle it was and I found I was embarrassed (?) to tell her it was a Ford Expedition. I have never felt that way before. We have perfectly legitimate reasons for owning it, primarily due to Mark's height, but I had this moment of "ohmigod, what if she's against SUVs?" and I was reluctant to admit it.

Very strange. Hmmm....

I also felt guilty at the Walterdale Board meeting tonight because I didn't make the clean up this week. I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't my fault that I couldn't make it and that one more thing would have killed me this week, but I still felt the guilt. I actively refrained from apologizing, because I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. We have to find a way to get other people to pick up the slack. People want the theatre to be there for when they want to do a show and be on stage, but they don't realize the ongoing maintenance required when you have your own building. Apparently the last show was not the neatest when they left and that added to the frustrations of the few volunteers who came out. But I have to NOT feeling guilty (although I do) because I can't do everything.