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I am the primary caregiver for our children. I am the one who gets them ready for school in the morning. I make the majority of their meals. Hey, McDonald’s drive thru still counts. I’m the one driving aren’t I?! I do the laundry. They’ve only had to dig through the hamper a couple of times. Luckily, it was for jeans and not underwear.
Because I am the primary caregiver, sometimes I get so wrapped up in doing all the “chores” that I don’t get to just snuggle with my babies. Of course, they aren’t babies anymore and are becoming more and more independent every day.
When the opportunity arises to snuggle, I jump at the chance. However, because I am the one who is with them more and Daddy’s time isn’t as accessible as Mom’s, the kids prefer to snuggle with Dad. I understand that some of the time.
Other times; however, I asked them, “What about me? Am I chopped liver?”
The usual response is, “Yes.” They giggle and jump right in Tim’s lap.
A couple of nights ago, the boys wanted to snuggle. Dad wasn’t home yet so I was prime real estate. I’ll take it anyway I can get it! Andy was the first one in my lap. Alex tried to push him out and take over but I said, “Andy was here first. You can wait your turn.”
Alex responded, “What am I, chopped liver?”
I answered the only way a respectful Mother could, “Yep!”
