So yeah, had my first meltdown as a mother of two on Sunday night.
Bedtime has been an issues off and on for Leah lately. It seems that when there is transition in her life her anxiety about it hits at bedtime.
Anyway, I am a hardcore mom and do my very best to stick to a bedtime routine and limit the number of books, songs, backrubs, etc. Well things slid a bit this past week since we were feeling bad about shaking up her life so much. After three times of having to go back in her room for one more song and back rub I was on the verge of losing it. Then she pulls out the line "Are you still my momma?"
Talk about a guilt trip. Girl knows what buttons to push!
After some explaination of how some people have two kids, having plenty of love to share and sharing her momma she was somewhat okay. Paul still had to go and have a few words with her before she settled down to sleep.
I felt a little better when she asked him if he was still her daddy too.