taste the salt and taste the pain
I'm in a bit of a bad mood right now, which I recognize and am okay with--I can feel a little tired/grumpy/sad and it's not the end of the world, it doesn't mean all my progress is for naught, and I don't have to act on those feelings. But I do want to vent about something.
People are constantly telling Alan what a great dad he is. Complete strangers come over to tell him. And while I definitely agree with them (he is an AMAZING dad), I can't help wondering...what is it that he's doing that I'm not? Because other than Alan, not a single person (not one) has told me that I'm a good mom. The closest I've gotten is the reassurance that I'm not a bad mom, which is nice and all, but really. I feel like anything I do for Alma "doesn't count" because "it's my job," whereas all Alan has to do is not ignore her and he's automatically a great dad.
Annnnd then Alma just cooed and laughed at me for about five minutes straight and I feel like a petty loser for caring about recognition from anyone other than that sweet, happy, hazel-eyed girl. Sigh.
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