(Edit: Kristine has delivered her baby boy, Dylan. A big grats to her and her family!)

See these two rascals here?

Over the weekend, they both literally went “BYE! Mommy, Daddy go home!“, waved us off and then turned and hightailed out of sight (one to grandma’s and one to doggy resort). Made me feel like chopped liver.

Sometimes I feel like we’re part-time parents. I really salute all you mommies and daddies who do this 24-7 with zero or very little help. By the time I get through the week, I’m exhausted and looking forward to some reprieve in terms of Babydoll heading over to Grandma’s for a stayover so I can catch up a little on sleep (and then I end up bombarding my parents-in-law with a barrage of text messages, asking about her). The “sad” thing is I don’t think she really miss us at all! Whereas, Babydoll will be asking about “Nai nai house?” by the middle of the week!

Are we doing something wrong here?

This is why, times like this morning when I give Babydoll a kiss and a little backrub and tell her “mama needs to go to work now ok?” and she replies with a groggy “NO”, my heart literally bursts with a whole bunch of emotions that I cannot explain.

Tomorrow another monster will join the fold. I am so grateful for the help that I will be having this time around. I just hope I don’t feel immense mommy-guilt towards the first two.

So here’s to more afternoon tea parties and sleepless nights!

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