I sometimes think that my children look at me and then think of a whine. I can walk into a room where everyone is 100% content and when their little eyes catch sight of me, they reflexively blurt out a need. “I’m hungry!” “Bink!” “My ankle hurts!”
I returned home from the gym a few days ago and BEFORE I even hung up my keys (which I always do first thing), E had asked me for Special K cereal with milk and the strawberries picked out. My capable husband had been home the entire time. But she was simply overcome with hunger the second I walked in the door. Or, it is just a Pavlovian response: See Mom -> Ask for something. Anything.
I returned home from the gym a few days ago and BEFORE I even hung up my keys (which I always do first thing), E had asked me for Special K cereal with milk and the strawberries picked out. My capable husband had been home the entire time. But she was simply overcome with hunger the second I walked in the door. Or, it is just a Pavlovian response: See Mom -> Ask for something. Anything.
They do not do this with their father, from what I can tell. I am the Need-Filler. He is the Fun Guy. He is the guest star on the sitcom. The one that gets the laugh track and canned applause when he walks into the room. I assume those roles must flip when the father stays at home, so I don’t take it personally :)
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