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I couldn't get out the door and off to work fast enough this morning (to the dulcet tones of two kids screaming "Mummy")! I know. I am a dreadful mother, but it is true.
Separation anxiety has always been difficult for me to manage. Both Nugget and Doo Dah had it too at various stages of their toddlerhood, and I found it equally suffocating then too. But the fact that there are two two year olds in the house suffering with it. Two people pining after me (and me alone, the Geege doesn't cut the mustard), I am finding increasingly hard to handle.
I like my own space.
I need my own pillow.
I like the end of the day to end with a bit of paw-free time.
They cry when I leave the room. Whinge when I attempt to do the chores and not include them in every little detail. Have a tantrums if I speak to someone on the telephone (and dare not to hand the receiver over for them to have a chat to too). Dew Drop is the worst, but he has always been a Mummy hog. The Minx is a close second; an astute student of the master.
Doo Dah said to me yesterday: "How come I never get to sit on your lap anymore Mummy?". That would be because your brother and sister have taken up a permanent parking space Doo Dah.
I don't know how much more of this I can take. The Geege feels terrible (and rejected) but there is little he can do. It is just me on duty, all day and night. Exhausting. Thankless. Hopefully temporary?
Have your kids suffered separation anxiety? How did you get through it?