Last night’s family gathering was … trying. Baby Boy had a too-short afternoon nap, which left him in a very unpleasant mood. He cried. He pouted. He protested when family members held him. He was in a clingy mood, and just wanted me.
Flattering, yes, but mostly embarrassing. They all wanted to hold him! And he wanted none of it. I know babies can’t be “rude,” exactly, but … what is the baby version of rude? ‘Cause he was that.
So I had to hold him for most of the evening. Which made things like EATING very difficult. Not to mention socializing in general, when you have a baby glued to your face (he likes pressing his cheek against my cheek and then just … staying like that).
I know he needs to be less of a Mama’s Boy (although you know I love that, of course), but I don’t know how to do it. We spend practically every minute together, due to Darling Husband’s crazy work schedule.
When Darling Husband is around, I make a point to escape to the bath or go out by myself, so Baby Boy can spend quality time with his Da. But it’s just not enough time to make him less … Mommy-obsesseddependent on me.
Although, to be fair, I am just as obsessed with him. Being with a person (especially a little, squishy person) basically nonstop, every single day, makes you obsessed with them.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)