The Mother of a Daddies Girl.

Its painful at times.

I have come to the realization as my roll in my girls lives take shape. Its a sad thing, but I have become.....a mother...a rule enforcer, a rule creator, the punisher, the mean-old-mommy-that-wont-let-her-kid-sleep-with-a-sippy-cup or -stay-up-late-if-shes-tired.

Brynn is a daddies girl. And I love that. Trust me, as someone who had virtually no relationship with her father from like 8th grade on, I am MORE than pleased that my girls have a daddy who is so in love with them and wants to play with them and be apart of everymoment of their lives. But at the same time, sometimes Daddy being the "fun one" leaves me no choice but to be the "Evil One"

I hate being the evil one, but Chad just....doesnt get it. Brynn will be like standing their crying from being tired, exhausted...and what she needs is simple: SLEEP! But thats a difficult task to complete when she is tired, and in my world, that means: get in bed, I dont care if your crying, I dont care if your whining...my job is to ensure you get addequate rest and the only solution to this issue is to get you to bed.

To Chad, he likes the long goodbye...if she is standing their crying from overtiredness, he will offer her to snuggle on the couch and watch TV....um: WTF? Get her ass in bed and to sleep.

Lately, when chad is home, brynn wants nothing to do with me, she doesnt want me dressing her, bathing her, feeding her, touching her...hell, she doesnt even want me looking at her. And it hurts my feelings. I know its not personal....but it still freakin hurts... And I know its because I dont back down as easy as Chad, because I know its good for her.

Toddlers are tough. They really are.