Walking Backwards

I am now overwhelmed by immense guilt from many fronts. First, I woke up this morning with a hellish headache that kept me in bed with my eyes closed for almost three hours (and out of commission for the rest of the day). Needless to say, this didn't allow me to celebrate father's day with my husband the way I wanted to. He has spent most of the day taking care of me, and for that I feel terribly guilty. I also feel guilty because I called my mother today and told her we weren't going to be able to make it to Washington this summer to scatter my grandmother's ashes. It would just be too hard on the baby to travel for at least five hours a day for four days straight, in the middle of which we would have to climb a mountain to scatter my grandmother's ashes from the summit. The flight alone is enough to deter me as he can't sit through a two hour car ride as it is. So, here I sit riddled with guilt (the chocolate bar and giant meatball sub aren't helping either).