vomit

well. i think the title says just about all there is to say here. my son vomited. for the first, second and third and fourth and i think fifth times. he's 3. yuck. gross. sick.

that's not the part i'm writing about though. what i'm here to say is this. HE ONLY WANTS HIS DADDY. (for those of you paying attention, yes, i did just use capital letters. i'm good with them if i have the cap lock key on).

anyway, this is tremendous on so many levels. first of all, it is sweet. and i am so glad that my husband and son have this exclusive relationship going. and i'm so glad that i have the kind of husband who cleans up vomit.

but i am mad. and hurt. and feel left out of this little couple. i am stunned by my jealousy. but i wonder - what happened to the little boy who only wanted his mommy when he was sick?

i will tell you what happened. well, its a few things really. first, he grew up a bit. second, he idolizes his father, which is good. and third, this is the hard part - i think i'm gone so much lately that he just ain't that into me anymore. he's moved on. like a boyfriend that dumps you without telling you. poof. mama doesn't matter any more....

i know i'm whining, but the whole point of this is to let it out. let it all hang out. so i'll say this too - if i was famous, i'd be in therapy over this. i'd take a hiatus from work and become an ubermommy.

but i'm not famous. i'm just a regular gal. so instead, i will spend the whole weekend just with my kids. doing fun things and laughing. i guess it's a step in the right direction.

words of wisdom here? i have none. sorry. i'm basking in the glory of my ridiculous jealously over the relationship my son has with his other parent. a new low.......