Max has a serious case of "Papitis Daddynosis". I swear if I hear this kid say (whine) "My Dadddddddddyyyyyy" or "Where's my daddy? Donde esta papa? Want Daddy!!" or any variation on Daddy, Papa, Papi, Papito, I will pull my hair out by the roots and eat it. Now, Max and I spend an inordinate amount of time together, so perhaps he is bored with me but sheesh! We play, dance, sing, colour, paint, run, do gymnastics, do homework, watch movies, he gets snuggles and kisses, anything I can do to make this kid happy, I do it. But in the end it's all about "DADDDDDDY". I can't win.
Mama- "Are you hungry Max? Want something to eat?"
Max- "NO! Want Daddy. Dadddddddyyyy, quiero comer." (Daddy, I want to eat)
Daddy- "Estoy ocupado, preguntale a Mama." (I am busy, ask Mommy)
Max- "NOOO, mi Papaaaaaaaa, mi Papaaaaaaaaaaa, mi Papaaaaaaaaaa." (Um, I figure you can translate this one)
Mama- "Hey Max, want to play soccer?" Max- "No, Daddy play soccer." Mama- "Daddy isn't here, you can play with me, we'll have fun and scream "Gooool"." Max- "Where's my Daddddddddyyyy, want my Daddddddyyyyy, NO SOCCER MOMMY, TIME OUT!"
Mama- "Did you just put me in time out?"
Max- "Yes, time out Mommy. DADDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYY, futbol!!!!"
Want some chocolate?
Want to wrestle?
Sigh.......Everyone told me that having a son would be great, boys are all about their mommy. How wrong everyone was! Hubby went out for an hour yesterday and I was stuck with Max screaming and crying uncontrollably for an hour. He pushed me away when I tried to comfort him and actually hit me so hard in the face that my glasses flew across the room when I tried to keep him from running out the front door. I know it's probably just a phase, but I am at my wit's end, it HURTS me so bad! I am going to continue to be loving and attentive and caring, because that's my nature, but apparently I need a thicker skin cause this little tiny person has the ability to break my heart in two seconds flat.
Don't get me wrong, I am so lucky to have such a great parenting partner, but man oh man, I can't take it anymore, Calgon, take me away!!!! Is there any known cure for Papitis Daddynosis? Pills? Restraints? Boarding school? Or do I have to stick to the old favourite, bottle of wine for Mommy?
Max and his favourite thing in the whole world, Daddy