I don’t really know where to start with this subject. It doesn’t have a name or a category that I’m aware of, it’s just a thought that creeps in occasionally, I hope I’m not alone in thinking this.
The feeling that your child has more fun with your mates, grandparents or sometimes it can even be the bloody postie. I know this isn’t always true but it does get to me. Most of the time it happens during an awful nappy change, those ones where you have to pin them down, they end up crying and from the other room it sounds like a form of torture. Once said nappy is changed they then run off to Daddy/Nanna forgetting little old mamma, who’s left behind with the shitty nappy feeling a bit unwanted! Granted I don’t alway feel like this, usually I’m like great I can crack on with my half finished jobs, have a cuppa but some days I feel a little unappreciated by my bundle of joy.
Phoebe is only 22 months so I can’t blame her for wanting to play with the “fun” people rather than the person who you know, demands you wear clothes and socks, feeds you yummy food all day, picks up the dummy for the hundredth time, sings you songs, puts her hand up a puppet duck or pigs arse, wears baskets on her head to make you laugh and even attempts DIY imaginative play for you…. I sound like such an unfun mum.
Anyways, I think I know some of the reasons why Phoebe does it, mainly because she’s been with me all day, it’s a different style of play and interaction plus she’s a social butterfly. Knowing doesn’t make it easier but it softens the blow. Another factor I have to remember is that most of the people I get ditched for don’t have children (Broody) or they are grown up (have all the answers/questions!) meaning they have more time, can be super fun and playful. They also don’t mind putting a hat on again and again or pretending to make cups of tea in mini cups…you get the picture and I must mention I completely thank these fun friends and family that allow me 5 minutes…my hero’s.
When the lovely fun friends have gone back to their clean, quiet homes somewhat drained (plus sticky) all is quickly restored in the mummy love balance with the added bonus of bed time. I let her splash me in the face, sing as many bath related songs I can remember and for those 10-15 minutes I am the bees knees again. It then shifts back to unfun mum when she see’s the new nappy I’ve taken out the bag plus the dreaded pj’s. Somehow she can always hear Daddy Pig coming up with her milk , she’s half dressed running off and once again I am left with the dirty clothes/nappy, soaked wet through, now daddy is suddenly her precious. I pop in after changing into dry clothes say “night night” normally get a kiss, a wave then a shove. I know my cue to leave until morning when I’m number 1 again.
Do you ever feel like this too? Let me know by popping a comment below.