I mean, seriously.
How am I supposed to get anything done when I spend all day with this person:
I’m supposed to put her down and give her toys, then go do the freakin’ laundry? I don’t think so.
This child is 8 months old. By rights, she should basically still just be a little blob of babiness. But, no.
She is a full on DIVA.
What am I supposed to do?
Every time I tell her, “Play by yourself for a bit. I’ll be right back,” she makes a face like this one:
How can I walk away?
This is completely unfair.
I mean, yes, sure. I agreed to watch the baby this year. I did NOT agree to sit in a love soaked stupor 4o hours a week, looking like an idiot.
I did NOT agree to melt into a puddle every time this child smiled at me. I didn’t think I would be giving up the basics, like going to the bathroom, or reading the news, or doing the dishes.
This is just NOT fair.
Look at that face.
You know you wouldn’t be able to walk away either. Admit it.
So. Not. Fair.