Don’t get me wrong.
I love my little boys.
And I love their hugs, cuddles, snuggles, and whatever other term you want to use for affection.
I get all touched out.
Where I want to scream, “Don’t touch me!!!!”
“Leave Mommy alone!”
*I’ve never actually screamed this, except for in my head.
And have no small child hanging on me, demanding to be held or carried.
That sounds so mean.
But, when Hubs is working, particularly when he is working late for several days in a row and the parenting all falls to me, my preschoolers and baby seem like cling-ons.
And then when Hubs finally gets home, he can FORGET ABOUT any sort of affection.
These moments as a mom who doesn’t want to be touched…
The guilt doesn’t- it seems like one of those things that I shouldn’t ever feel, as a mom.
Just bein‘ honest here.