I don’t know if you feel the same in your household, however I always feel like I am coming in second place in the parenting stakes. Yep guys, I am now the Second Place Mum.

I don’t know what it is. I never used to feel this way, but as time has gone on I feel more like I am becoming the “I-guess-she-will-do-if-she-is-the-only-one-here” kind of parent. Sigh. And it hugely sucks balls when you are the parent that is clung to only when daddy is nowhere to be seen.

I’m the Second Place Mum.

And why is this, you ask? Why are you the Second Place Mum? Well, I was talking to a fellow gorgeous mummy blogger about it – Melissa from The Mothership, and she summed it up so succinctly… It’s because I am boring.

Oh God. It happened. Yes I am the boring one.

via GIPHY

I can’t really figure out how this happened. I mean, I think I am hilarious! I am playful! I am silly! I am a super fun mum…aren’t I?

I mean, I put freaking toy rings on my head to wear as a “hat” just to make my wee man smile. I kiss him all over whilst he squeals with joy and until my lips hurt, all freaking day long. I dance around the lounge-room like a complete nerd burger to produce a case of the chuckles. And yet I am still a second place mum.

My Lounge Room Dancing via GIPHY

And you know whose fault it is? Freaking bloody freaking Daddy.

Mr Super Fun, Terrifyingly Loud and Extra Rough-Housey Fun Fun Fun Daddy. It’s all his fault.

Because I should be number one. Or more to the point I WANT to be number one. I mean, I play with my little baby from the second he wakes up in the morning until the very second my husband gets home from work. Then I give them some time together to play and laugh before I nose my way back in and we play a little more.

I’m a bloody hoot!

I set up fun activities, I play the fool, I read him books and play in the ball pit with him all day long. I do it all, no matter how ridiculous.

Bazinga! via GIPHY

I can get rid of all the clocks in my house and I will still know when daddy is almost home.

I don’t know how they actually know, but about five minutes before daddy is due home from work, mummy is forgotten and both baby and dog start to lose their sweet little minds.

The dog starts excitedly running to and from the front door from 4:55pm. I suspect it has something to do with knowing he is about to get his dinner, and is so overjoyed at the prospect that he is thrilled to bursting. A big tough dog prancing about the house is never disappointing to watch.

A not -so-tough-dog prancing…You get the idea right? via GIPHY

The baby watches the prancing pooch until he too realises that daddy is about to get home. Then he crawls to the front door and flaps his arms about, almost hyperventilating with joy until daddy finally walks in and picks him up for cuddles.

And from that point on, it’s really only daddy that our little man really wants to see. Its bloody annoying.

At the lack of attention, I head back in to give him a smooch and he dodges my puckered lips. I try to sneak in a few loving and restful cuddles, and he pushes my face out-of-the-way just so he can swan dive into his daddy’s arms or to get to the remote control. Sigh. I’m so bloody boring.

But, at least I know that that’s just life THIS week. I know next week it will be different. It always is.

And I guess that is the battle of being a mum in general.

We aren’t crazily loud. Instead, we are more nurturing and loving. We don’t toss our babies about so they can touch the ceiling as they fly through the air. We don’t rough house with them quite like daddy. No sir. Daddy does it the best. Bloody annoying. #kiddingnotkidding

I cannot throw that high even if I wanted to. Freaking terrifying via GIPHY

As a second place mum, I have to say that I do get my special time with him. I do get to have the cuddles and the love that no-one else gets. But I wont really get it until daddy is at work and we can laugh and play, just the two of us.

I won’t get it until it is midnight when he is teething, when he needs me and calls out “Mumma” repeatedly until I go into his room and pick him up. Then he curls into my side, looks sleepily up at me, and tenderly touches my face like he cannot believe I am there.

It is beautiful, and it fills my heart with love. I cannot believe he is mine.

I may be the Second Place Mum, but I am his only Mumma and he is my only baby. I will love him and fight for him until my last breath. And it doesn’t matter if he wants me first or third or last. #itotallylieitsoooomatters

I will be happy being the Second Place Mum, as long as I am his mum, nothing else matters.

 

Have you felt like a Second Place Mum or Dad before? Tell me all about it here, so I don’t feel like I am the only one…I would LOVE to hear from you! xx

 

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