There is another woman in my husband’s life. She is younger, bubbly, giggly with flawless skin and beautiful eyes. He looks at her in this special way that I’ve never quite seen before…so full of love and pure joy. Her name is Ella and she is my 18 month old daughter. Before you think that I’ve completely lost it, let me explain….I love how much my husband loves our daughter, nothing in the world makes me happier than watching them play together. What I AM jealous of (crazy alert) is how obsessed SHE is with him. She is a “Daddy’s Girl” through and through. Sure, she loves me, we spend all day every day together…playing, reading, snuggling and perfecting our animal sounds (we’ll leave all the non Hallmark mother/daughter moments that occur during the day to a different post). But, right now we are in a definite, undeniable “Mommy Is Okay, Daddy Is The Most Wonderful Person In The World” phase. And you know what, I’m just happy that she’s happy, if my husband is her favorite, then that’s fine with me. Ok, ok, I’m going to go ahead and call “bullshit” on myself.
This morning when we were all cuddling in bed, i suggested that my husband get a book to read to my daughter. He got the book, read it and then put it down. She picked up the book (because obviously once is never enough) and handed it to my husband to read again. He said “Mommy’s turn to read” and handed me the book. As I started to read she said “Uh uh” shook her head no, grabbed the book, completely turned her back to me and snuggled up with her daddy. I know what you’re thinking “Oh no she diiiidnnnn’t”. How the hell am I the one that gets left out of something I suggested we do in the first place. I am the third wheel in my own family. WTF?! I now have a new found appreciation for the “Toy Story” movies. Like I didn’t feel shitty enough about this situation, how pathetic is it that at this point in my life the movie character I relate to most is a toy cowboy that gets tossed aside for newer and better toys.
I just don’t get it. Logically, I know I shouldn’t take any offense. But logical thinking isn’t one of those things that I put to use too often. I prefer crazy/irrational/emotionally immature thinking instead. I want to be the favorite parent, doesn’t every mom want that? Don’t I gain any extra favorite points for all of the song singing, breast feeding, silly face making, food cutting, book reading, nail clipping, playgroup fake smiling, butt wiping, bath giving and booger removing I have done over the last 18 months?! How do daddy’s tickling games and occasional book reading (by the way, he never uses the right voices) compare to all of that? I know that she’s just a year and a half, but doesn’t she sense that if Daddy were in charge that she would have once a week baths, survive on Gerber cheese puffs and spend her days watching Sports Center on ESPN? It’s not that I don’t think my husband is a spectacular parent, he is…with assistance. I just don’t think it’s fair that my hours of Toddler Tunes and Nursery Rhyme singing instantly get overshadowed when daddy steps in with his ridiculously inaccurate rendition of “This Little Piggy”. Come on, how hard is it to remember what five little piggy’s do? At least have the decency to Google the right words like I did!
I guess I will just have to patiently wait until
she is old enough to bribe gets through this daddy obsession. Hopefully this is just a phase, if not I’ll just secretly resent my husband for the rest of my life because obviously this is somehow his fault. On the bright side, I’ll get my revenge when my daughter is older and goes to her “favorite” parent to ask about how babies are made. Can’t wait to hear that speech, daddy.
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