Green Eyed Monster

Hey there, kittens!  Welcome to Tuesday.  You made it through Monday again, while I sat on the couch with the pets, only getting up to make cookies.  Oh, and brownies, too.  But we're not here to talk about how fat and lazy I am.  Again.  I come to you from a bitter place today.  If you happen to be lucky enough to have somebody to share your fur babies with, then you'll get where I'm coming from.  Excuse my insane jealousy for the next few minutes.  I'm not proud of it.  

Now, I have three sweet little babies running around my house, sometimes four when the neighbor cat sneaks in the back door, but I'm here to deal specifically with my middle child and the fact that she has absolutely no problem showing favoritism toward her father.

Yeah, I'm talking about you two.  First things first, Joey was MY birthday present.  MINE.  But where does she like to spend the majority of her time? 

Right in her favorite dude's lap.  It doesn't matter one bit that I'm the one who holds her hand through Vet visits and I'm the one who may or may not definitely has a specific credit card used to keep her giant toy basket over flowing.  Or that I'm the one who has a frequent flier pass to the dog park.  All that I do for her is forgotten as soon as Daddy walks through the front door.

I don't mean to make it sound like I'm basically a single parent over here, but my work schedule just allows for me to have more time for her than he does.  But you just try telling her that.  To her, I'm just the crazy lady takes pictures of her and keeps her food bowl full until 5:00 happens and her favorite person finally pulls into the driveway. 

Do you see how he doesn't even acknowledge her sometimes?  You think that phases her?  Absolutely not.  I'm 100% convinced that actually makes her love him more.

She seriously can't get enough of him.  Nevermind the lady who picks up her shit and loses countless hours of sleep over worrying about her being comfortable in the bed she isn't even supposed to be sleeping in.  Or the lady who has slept several nights on a tile floor or a dog bed when somebody didn't feel good.  Yeah, that was me, not your father.

Could have fooled you, right?  Maybe one too many holiday outfits bought by yours truly finally pushed her permanently into the waiting arms of the man we both love.  BULLSHIT.

What prompted this insanely jealous rant of mine?  After I spent all weekend not at home with her and then spent three hours at the dog park with her when I got home because I felt so bad leaving her, she spent the the remainder of the night throwing her love for him in my face.

I hate them both.  And anybody who thinks they're precious, I'm aware, so keep your comments to yourself.