Super Daddy!

This. This is how I feel today. Babies are great and I'm dreading the day, my current favourite child, becomes a walking talking evil toddler, like her sisters.

I bend over backwards for them, feed them, cuddle them, comfort them in the night when they are sick and spend all day, everyday with them. Yet, when asked what's your favourite thing about Mummy? Number 2 answers Daddy...!  What do I have to do?!?

Daddy is the hero. Daddy can do no wrong. If I tell them off, the response is "I'm telling Daddy on you!"
When Daddy's at work, they are little demons but the second he walks through the door, the horns retreat and the halos appears. The horrible, non listening, back chatting children disappear and suddenly they are like the Von Trapps!

When Daddy leaves for work, they scream the house down, like he's abandoning them forever.
First question they ask in the morning, is "Where's Daddy?" it's never "oh good morning Mummy, lovely to see you!!" No its more like "oh its you, female parent. Where's the man one, that we idolise. We want him, we like him more than you. You can go away and if you come back, being him with you."
All day its, When's Daddy home? Even if I've been and brought the entire sweet counter at the supermarket, I still don't meet Daddy's high standards.

The term 'Daddy's Girls' doesn't even come close to the hero status, he holds in this house! Honestly, I can't wait to tell them, that his part in them existing lasted 30 seconds and also involved him falling asleep, in the delivery suite!!!

I think, I might start shit talking Daddy, to my favourite and hopefully she will stay mine forever!

p.s I made that gif. Its my smiley, favourite child!