Addison has developed a healthy does of separation anxiety. Apparently bang on time too. Such a clever Smushy. Every time I move more than 30cm from her she cries; big, fat tears roll down her cheeks. It’s tragic, seriously heartbreaking. She puts her arms up and screams for ‘Mama!’ And when I go to her, she’s so happy she squeals. I feel like how a boy band at a concert full of adoring 12 year olds must feel.
Yesterday I moved her around with me all day, every room I went to, I dragged her in with me. At first it was kinda amusing. By the end of the day I was ready to stick my head in the oven. And of course there’s the added issue of the toilet. I think my bladder exploded at some point as after a while I simply stopped needing to go. When I finally did go I had to spend the entire time calling out to her, promising I’d be back in a second. It was not conducive bathroom time.
Here’s the thing though, I kinda like it in a weird way. I’ve never had anyone love me so much they cry if I go to the kitchen to get a drink. I mean, I know Spouse loves me but he’s OK with me leaving the room and in fact, there are times when he ‘encourages’ me to do so.
I know the liking it will wear off, probably the same time she grows out of it, but it’s a bit nice to be needed. And one day she’ll be 16 and probably hate me because I picked her up from a party and honked the horn, and I’ll be trying to remember the days when she loved me so much, I couldn’t leave her side.
However I don’t need to feel needed at bedtime. I would prefer she preferred going to bed over hugging me. Because, as most Mums know, 6/7 pm is clock off time, read…wine o’clock.