Ever have one of those weekends that come Sunday night you can’t think straight and you just want to sleep Monday away. Yeah, that was mine.
BTW, Congratulations Texas Rangers. I love you all.
Anyway, one of the reasons I’m exhausted is that my daughter has made me her slave. “Milk, Mommy, Milk Mommy.”
Every 20 minutes. She’s really good at waiting until I’ve sat down to ask for something. (I know she got THAT one from her dad, ahem.)
So that is why I’m bringing back a post written 9 months ago. Funny, not much has changed.
The Mad Mad
Tell me why, why must my delightful, charming beautiful, up until now CHILL child be an insufferable, whiney little bitchy beast?
I’m not kidding, she’s a pill.
This started just about a month ago.’ Suddenly NO ONE could hold her but Mommy.’ No one could feed her, read to her, TOUCH her but Mommy.
Of course she is a fickle little princess. 2 minutes after I’ve left the room, suddenly Nana, Daddy or Sitter is her best friend.
Fine with me! This being the center of her world is exhausting. I should know, because her daddy is the same way. Don’t you dare think blogging/reading/playing solitaire while watching TV with Hubs is the same as just watching TV with Hubs. Oh no, I’m not really spending time with him if my focus isn’t entirely on what he’s doing/watching.
Wait, I was bitching about my toddler. So easy to get off track.
So where was I? The center of her world. I realize this is my fault. I get her ready in the morning. I pick her up from the sitter after work and care for her until Daddy gets home an hour or so later. She often is hanging out in the kitchen with me while I make dinner, goes to the store with me, we even sometimes share the bathtub.
What has begun to trouble me more than her refusal to let go of me and go to her dad is her quite rude exclusion of everyone else. Friend comes by, up goes Mad’s hand w/ a grunt to say “Stay away.” Even people who previously were her faves, get the hand.
I’m at a loss. I want so bad for her to be more accepting of the people in our lives and more selfishly, I’d like to have my leg or hip or arm that she’s currently clinging to back for my own purpose.
Don’t get me started on her addiction to commercial free toddler tv!’ Oh, the wrath she shows towards commercials!’ And God forbid she has a TV-free night, you’d think the world was ending.
Mama can only take so much WonderPets and Dragon Tales.
Advice?’ Your own tales of woe?