I feel so… so… unimportant…
I’ve heard time and time again about how motherhood is one of the most thankless jobs in the world, and last night, I understood. Everything with the girls was “I want Daddy”, “No, Daddy do it”, “I want to go to Daddy”. Fine! I get it! YOU WANT DADDY! I’m not hurt. No, really, I’m not. I think it’s great that they want to spend time with Daddy. They should spend time with Daddy! I spend time with them all day!
Anyway… we had dinner, gave them a bath, read them a story, and put them down for the night. Of course, sleep was too far away for them to even think about falling asleep. They were wide awake. I don’t know how. We usually let them play for a little while, as long as they stay in their bed, lying down. They love to sing, and talk back and forth. 9:30pm had finally rolled around, and they were still awake, and singing as loud as ever. Daddy and I were downstairs watching Mr. Woodcock, and he hollered up to them to be quiet. They replied with a quick “OK Daddy!”, and continued on with their conversation. I hollered up and told them it was time to go to sleep, and they replied with “I’m not calling you, I’m calling Daddy.” Oh Fine then… Of course, Daddy found nothing but humor in this statement, and was just yucking it up. I felt shafted! They didn’t want to talk to me last night. AT ALL. It wasn’t fair!
I had my little tantrum, and chocked it up to them just being little Daddy’s girls for the night… I figured, if they wanted to color the next day, they’d come back to me… Just kidding.. they can color just about any time they want to…
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