My child is the ultimate Daddy’s Girl. I thought that this was just a passing phase, brought on by the fact that for the past five months, Handsome Husband was off working and we only saw him on the weekends. Now that we are living under the same roof again, things are supposed to change, right? My daughter doesn’t seem to think so.
Case and point: Handsome Husband woke her up this morning. Rather than snuggling up to my chest and falling back to sleep, she decided to follow him around jumping and squealing, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” She only had eyes for him. I sulked and pulled the covers over my head, hoping in vain that maybe he would just carry her to work with him so I could get some sleep.
Yesterday, she had another one of her accidents. Instead of coming to Mommy to make everything all right, she made a beeline for her Papa, only casting a ‘woe-is-me’ glare my direction to gain sympathy. Poor baby. Poor Mommy.
I can’t help but to be a little perturbed at her blatant favoritism. I mean, I’m just as cool as Handsome Husband, right? I don’t terrify her when I read to her by sounding like some strange British sea captain (like Husband does). I sing to her. I have these incredible things on my chest that feed her when she’s hungry. Why am I so envious of my husband for gaining the love of our child?
Does your child exhibit favoritism? Which parent is the favorite in your family? And just how in the world do you cope with it all?!?