Jealousy
I have a serious case of green eyed monster. I can't shake it. It's getting bigger, uglier and hungrier by the second.
Try as I might to rationalise, calm it down, and tell it to go away, it won't. Like a raging bull, this monster is out of control. OUT OF CONTROL I say!
The Baby has an obvious preference for Mr Lucky. She falls over, she runs to Mr. Lucky. She wakes up in the middle of night howling, only Mr.Lucky can calm her down. She wants to play, it's Mr Lucky.
I know I sound like Jan Brady but I can't help but say 'Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky!'
The clever little bugger comes to me for feeding, nappy changes, baths and when absolutely desperate for a sleep and Mr Lucky isn't around for wind down. That is it.
I feel used, useless and a little embarrassed / ashamed to admit I have been doing Jan Brady for weeks - am mortified (particularly as I would have preferred to be cool, hip, well liked and popular Marcia).
Little Miss is slowly starting to break the Velcro strip and become independent. I almost have one leg free. I expected that, she is getting older and realises I am there when she wants me, I am not going away. But my hip and leg is bare, waiting for The Baby to occupy it, wanting 'Mummy only'.
Sure she loves me, of course she is happy to see me and wants cuddles and kisses sometimes, but Mr Lucky is definitely the favorite.
'Oh Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky' I groan, and not in a nice way.
Enjoy it! friends say when I moan. It's so much more difficult when both kids want your attention.
That makes absolute sense doesn't it? And Mr Lucky deserves a bit of affection. Little Miss shoots her love arrows mostly my way so it's only right.
Hang on. Wait. Did I hear The Baby call for 'Mama?'
I think she did. I have to go shake the green eyed monster off and swap it for my 'Super Mama' outfit (a Marcia Brady outfit wouldn't cut it for this scene).
The Baby is crying and Mr Lucky is sleeping through her tears (how, I will never know. She has a seriously loud cry).
Off to save the day and win her over (hopefully) and with each stomp, I hope to shake off the green and the monster for good.
Image: "A Cartoon Frankenstein Monster" by Mister GC. Courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Try as I might to rationalise, calm it down, and tell it to go away, it won't. Like a raging bull, this monster is out of control. OUT OF CONTROL I say!
The Baby has an obvious preference for Mr Lucky. She falls over, she runs to Mr. Lucky. She wakes up in the middle of night howling, only Mr.Lucky can calm her down. She wants to play, it's Mr Lucky.
I know I sound like Jan Brady but I can't help but say 'Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky!'
The clever little bugger comes to me for feeding, nappy changes, baths and when absolutely desperate for a sleep and Mr Lucky isn't around for wind down. That is it.
I feel used, useless and a little embarrassed / ashamed to admit I have been doing Jan Brady for weeks - am mortified (particularly as I would have preferred to be cool, hip, well liked and popular Marcia).
Little Miss is slowly starting to break the Velcro strip and become independent. I almost have one leg free. I expected that, she is getting older and realises I am there when she wants me, I am not going away. But my hip and leg is bare, waiting for The Baby to occupy it, wanting 'Mummy only'.
Sure she loves me, of course she is happy to see me and wants cuddles and kisses sometimes, but Mr Lucky is definitely the favorite.
'Oh Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky, Mr Lucky' I groan, and not in a nice way.
Enjoy it! friends say when I moan. It's so much more difficult when both kids want your attention.
That makes absolute sense doesn't it? And Mr Lucky deserves a bit of affection. Little Miss shoots her love arrows mostly my way so it's only right.
Hang on. Wait. Did I hear The Baby call for 'Mama?'
I think she did. I have to go shake the green eyed monster off and swap it for my 'Super Mama' outfit (a Marcia Brady outfit wouldn't cut it for this scene).
The Baby is crying and Mr Lucky is sleeping through her tears (how, I will never know. She has a seriously loud cry).
Off to save the day and win her over (hopefully) and with each stomp, I hope to shake off the green and the monster for good.
Image: "A Cartoon Frankenstein Monster" by Mister GC. Courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net
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