Today, today Child Rum was very clingy. I have no clue why. Just don't understand it. She wanted me to stay with her and play with her. She kept giving me hugs. And they weren't her usual quick-like-a-bunny hugs neither, it was clinging to Mommy hugs. And of course when I talked to my own Mommy, she was like: "Yes, of course. You're the center of Child Rum's universe. She always wants to know where you're at. When you and Mr. Rum have dates, and she's over here with your father and me, she asks for you constantly. Never asks about Mr. Rum, never ever. He doesn't exist in her little universe." And then I got off the phone and did this:
And I'm still feeling like a failure about what happened at the pediatrician's office yesterday.
I feel ... battered. Not physically. Just emotionally.
And I'm still feeling like a failure about what happened at the pediatrician's office yesterday.
I feel ... battered. Not physically. Just emotionally.
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