Mummy Bashing

We have a phenomenon in our family that we euphemistically call 'Mummy Bashing'. What this basically describes is that as soon as they see their Daddy, Mummy is not only surplus to requirements apart from cooking their dinner, but is actually fair game in terms of who can be the meanest, rudest, most hurtful child in the house towards her. As much as we try to stress the importance of protecting the feelings of other people and using only kind words, it's a uphill struggle all the way. I console myself with the theory that our girls are so secure in their relationship with me that they see no problem being pigs when the mood takes them. Never is this mood more apparent than after a long separation from Andy. It's been almost a month since they last saw him and after an indecent amount (my monthly ration!) of cuddles and loving when he walked through the door, the Mummy Bashing began in earnest. Only Daddy could put them in and get them out of their car seats; only Daddy could give them their bath; only Daddy could read their stories and sing their songs at bedtime. Since I don't take it personally, it doesn't spoil all the extra time that I'm able to enjoy by myself reading, relaxing and even sleeping because yes, you've guessed it, there's only one word we ever hear in the middle of the night and that's "Daddy". Oh well, never mind, every cloud has it's very own silver lining I guess.....