Went out for a few hours last night, leaving DH in charge of the Moomin. Kicked it up on the dance floor for a bit and felt lovely to just have to focus on ME for a while, rather than the Moomin. But the needle came off the record when I got home to a frazzled husband and screaming baby, who, to make matters worse for frazzled husband, stopped screaming the moment I held her eek.
I think the difficulty is that DH works long hours and only really gets quality time with the Moomin at the weekends, so bless her little cottons, she doesn't have that feeling of security that she has with me, even though she has the best daddy in the world who loves her to pieces.
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