While we women who have procreated, have little or no time left for ourselves; we have always got time to smother our kids in one way or another. A kiss, big momma cuddle, food, treats, gifts, outings... its never enough!
Lately, my little boy has been telling me funny things like - Maa - all grown ups have fat bottoms! Maa - Sia and I came from your tummy, so its a big fat tummy, but why does Papa have a big fat tummy!
So, one sunny day, my clamped heart courtesy the damp English weather, decided to open up a little more and cuddle the kids. As I began my act, the two of them began fighting for attention even while sitting together in my lap. Poof, went the feeling and I was back to my normal harping screaming self.
The act of smothering was replaced by the usual disciplining act.
Sometimes dogs tolerate being smothered with love much better than your own progeny. 🙄🤐🤦🏻♀️
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