Maaaaaaaaaaa! Mommy, Mama, Mum, Mom.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I suppose that I could dig out my rose-colored glasses this morning and wax poetic about how sweet it is that my boys come to me for everything. That they think it’s mom who can do whatever it is that they need. That I’ve done something right in having them feel like no matter what, mom will help them with anything.
But I think someone stepped on those rose-colored glasses and threw them out when I wasn’t looking.
So instead of those glasses, I’d like to don Hubs’ invisibility cloak.
Because surely, he MUST have one.
Why else would one of my boys walk right past Daddy who is sitting in the living room watching football and go find ME in the bathroom, where I’m on the floor, leaning against the toilet, throwing up… and ask ME to make him a sandwich.
Or why would another go right past Daddy, who is playing Candy Crush and go find me in my room where I was taking a nap after getting sick… and ask ME to help him find a movie to watch.
Or even on a regular day when I’m not sick(yesterday was fun times, y’all), they’ll come find me in my office where I’m working to ask me for a snack. Even though Daddy is actually IN the kitchen.
I’m convinced he must have a cloak of invisibility.
And, damnit, every once in a while, I’d like a turn with it.