Role reversal

My husband was home for 2 weeks prior to starting his new job.  He took over all home responsibilities, including laundry, cooking, cleaning and nurturing.  In addition to the usual, he painted the walls, rearranged furniture, carted the kids to here and there, and in general was fanflippintastic as a stay-at-home dad. 

And Mia fell in love with him.  Deeply and heartbreakingly in love. 

Everyone told me this would happen.  They said that little girls fall for their daddies at around 2. 

Me, I think she shifted her attention to the one who was most available to her needs (dagger through my heart).  Not to mention that he is soft spoken, loves to snuggle and she fits just right in his arms.  Who couldn’t fall in love with him!

It does give me pangs.  Pangs of guilt.  Pangs of longing to be home with her.

Bill started his new job yesterday, and we are back to our usual routine.  It felt good for him to wake me up, instead of me being the one to rouse him.  He asked for coffee as usual.  He dressed in slacks and a button down dress shirt and tie.  I stared at him and drank it all in.  I love how he looks dressed for work, and I had missed it.

He does this thing every morning….he tucks the end of his tie into the front of his shirt so that it does not fall into his cereal.  As he leaves for work, I pull his tie out, pull him toward me by it, and kiss him.  It is our private, sexy little exchange.  I watch him walk to his truck and drive away.

Yesterday, as I did this routine, a small little girl pushed her way between us and Bill reached down to pick her up.  He kissed her goodbye, whispered “I love you” in her ear, and I took her from him so he could head to work.  It was then that our quiet morning routine was shattered by a blood curtling scream.  The tears flew from her eyes and she sobbed, “My Daddy.  I want my Daaaaaaddddddy” as he walked away from us to his truck. 

She flung herself from my arms, would not let me pick her up, and cried for 30 minutes. 

I have been replaced, and it really sucks. 

The only thing I have that he doesn’t is boobs.  Ha Ha!  Take that Daddy’s Home!

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! 

And now for a survey.  All of you wonderful lurkers, please don’t be shy.  Jump out and have your say.

Should I:

a.  Quit my job

b.  Go down to part time (2 days a week)

c.  Buy Geico

d. Hang in there and give it more time 

e.  Have a beer and chill

f.  Keep her favorite candy in my pocket at all times and flash it at her when Bill is in the room

Daddy's girl

Ack.  I am jelllllous. My preshus baby doesn’t luv me anymore!