"I want my Daddy." I hear this phrase a minimum of 50 times a day, almost every single day, Monday through Friday. It's exhausting. It's a strain on my patience to constantly repeat that Daddy is at work but he'll be home tonight. It makes me feel like chop liver. It makes me feel unloved.
I know that it's not a measurement of their love fore me, or lack there of, but knowing that doesn't stop it from being difficult to hear this over and over and over and over..... every single day.
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