Love being someone’s favorite person… would also love 3 minutes alone 💀 love my stage 5 clinger 🫶🏻❤️

I posted this clip on a Tuesday morning when I was trying to butter a piece of sourdough. If you watch closely you can see my son's left hand fully gripping the fabric of my sweatpants just below the knee. It is the universal grip of a toddler who thinks you might evaporate if they let go.

The reality of this stage is complicated. You spend your entire pregnancy waiting to meet this little person. Then they arrive and decide your personal bubble is their permanent address. I would not trade his absolute adoration for anything in the world. I would also gladly pay twenty dollars to pee without a tiny audience asking me what I am doing.

This resonated with you guys because there was nothing to sell here. It was just me standing in my kitchen looking profoundly tired while a thirty-pound child attempted to merge with my shin. The engagement rate spiked to nearly seven percent on this one. I think a lot of us are out here silently negotiating for a little personal space. Most of the comments were just other moms bonding over the fact that they have not gone to the bathroom alone since their kids were born. It is nice to know I am not the only one functioning as a human jungle gym.