I think sometimes as women we get sucked into this black hole vortex of saying I’m sorry when we’re just living and trying to get through life with deadlines and homework and cars that won’t start and rainy weathers and missing shoes that were just in the shoe pile yesterday.
There is no need to say I’m sorry so many many times. We apologize for the messy hand prints on the walls and not realize that messy hand printed walls are often part of motherhood. We apologize when our kids are just kids forgetting that sometimes kids do really dumb things (isn’t that part of raising children?). We apologize for things that don’t even need apologizing for.