Meet my little crazy obsessive Mom Lover:
As with most things the reality is FAR FAR different from the dream. For one thing, she looks absolutely nothing like George Clooney.
If I so much as appear like i might leave Katie's immediate vicinity, she has a complete and total meltdown. Simply going to the kitchen while she is in the living room causes her to stand pitifully sobbing, clutching the gate that separates us, mournfully wailing "mamaaaaaaaaaaa... mamaaaaaaa... " like I have left for China rather than gone in to get her more juice. If i don't return quickly enough it rapidly turns into a full blown hysterical tantrum, complete with kicking, screaming, and the throwing of any object she can get her hands on, sometimes aimed right at me.
(Ah, the tantrums.... that is a post for another day but seriously, already with this? the tantrums are killing me....)
Charlotte,not surprisingly, loves me but also seems just fine with the idea that I am just going into the kitchen, or god forbid upstairs to the bathroom, and will be back. She waves goodbye and blows me kisses while Katie wails. She looks at Katie with her patented LaLa eye-roll, and then proceeds to take full advantage of my 3 minute absence by pulling 100 baby wipes out of the package or using the phone to redial whoever was lucky enough to be my last call (in recent days this has included my brother, former coworker, mother in law and the NY Times Subscription Department....)
Charlotte.... she might be calling you next....
PJ and I are leaving the girls with Grandma next Monday and going on a nice little MUCH MUCH needed vacation to Sanibel Island. When we originally talked about going I was all for it. Then when it was actually booked I had immediate remorse and thought HOW can I possibly leave my babies for five whole days? Now, after weeks of constant sickness, screaming, crying, fit throwing and having an almost 30 pound child stuck to me like GLUE I am once again ready to go. God help my mother.