You feel guilty.
Should you skip the PTA meeting to work on your business? What if little Sally's 0.0005% greater chance at success depends on your participation?
Should you take time for yourself when you're walking lopsided postpartum and held together by mesh underwear?
Will little Billy feel disappointed if you don't spend an hour cutting his strawberries in a heart shape?
The guilt sits on your chest like a weight you can't shake. But Sally will be fine, your body needs rest to heal, and little Billy doesn't give a shit what shape his strawberries are.