Victory is Mine

I'm so glad on Saturday that Doug "takes the baby" so I can get "my" things done.

As I sit upstairs putting away the Christmas ornaments for the tree I neither wanted up nor believed we had time to decorate (we didn't, so they were unwrapped for nothing) I can hear Ellie crying downstairs. Not full on crying but crying that little noise they make when something small is amis and you need to take some adjustment action. Like changing a wet diaper. Or FEEDING her.

WTF?

I simply don't understand why he doesn't just fucking feed her when she is hungry. SHE'S HUNGRY. It's noon. It's time to eat. Same noon that it is every fucking day. I put the food out for you, the bib is there, she's making all the expectant noises. But no. You have to sit on the couch and try to distract her - with toys, with bouncing, with everything. Explain to me WHY.

Why? Why can't you just FEED her. What does he gain from making her wait?

It's like he's going to try and "hold her off" until 12:30. "Why" I ask him. He can't give me a real reason. "I just don't think she's hungry"

So I listen to mewling sounds for now what's a half an hour. No, I'm not actually getting "my" things done. Because I can hear, as clear as day, my baby saying "I'm hungry". And him being a bigger fucking baby and not feeding her.

I'm so glad he "won" whatever battle they are in.
That'll teach her.