No guilt, just pleasure

Day 4, and I’m still in the running. Just. However I’m struggling a bit with today’s topic. We’ve been asked to talk about our guilty pleasures, but I don’t have any. I don’t believe in them.  I don’t feel guilty about any of my pleasures, however uncool they might be. 

However on the spirit of this challenge I’ve come up with three ‘pleasures’ that if really pushed I might admit feeling slightly guilty about (but actually I don’t at all – does that make me a bad person?):

• I’ve eaten more of Poppet’s Easter eggs than she has (yes there are still some left believe it or not). I hid them from her so she wouldn’t overdose on chocolate and every evening after she goes to bed I’ve been slowly working my way through them. I hide the packaging so she doesn’t see it in the recycling. Yes, I’m that sneaky.
• I might be addicted to Hay Day. For the uninitiated, Hay Day is an iPhone app farming game. It’s utterly pointless and repetitive but oddly compelling. It’s totally unlike me to play any kind of computer game – most of them bore me stupid. I’m trying really hard to lead by example and not waste time glued to my phone in front of Poppet, but when she’s in the bath I go and sit on my bed to milk my cows, collect eggs, and harvest my wheat. Shoot me now.
• My last not-so-guilty pleasure is wine. I have a glass of wine most evenings after Poppet is in bed. I don’t think this makes me an alcoholic but I know I feel like a brighter, shiner version of myself if I have at least three alcohol free days a week. But wine is my reward for getting a through another day of solo parenting. It keeps me sane and I’m afraid a life without wine is a life not worth living.

So there you have it. I’m a chocolate thieving, wine quaffing, Hay Day playing time waster, and I don’t feel one bit guilty about it.

What about you? Do you feel guilty about any of your pleasures?