Mommy Duty

I love my boy. I really do. But sometimes I really want to smack him – this is usually when he ambushes me with a phone conversation with his mom.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I dread the conversation. In fact, the conversation went well – it always does because his mom is lovely and well, I’m generally friendly/chatty on the phone anyway.

But I detest being ambushed. Especially when I’m half alive on the couch. And you can’t blame my current adversion to speaking to middle-aged Asian women after the madness of the wedding weekend where the most asked question was: WHEN IS YOUR TURN?? *cue mental middle finger*

Anyway, ambush aside, like I said, the conversation went well. But I am a little bit daunted, to say the least. Daunted but flattered – his mom has more or less approved of our relationship, telling me that she’s happy that we met. Partially because I’m South East Asian as well, like her.

Not just that, but she’s telling me to take care of the boy. Which is huge to me. I almost feel like I now have full responsibility for his well-being. A really scary thought, to be honest. I have till February (when she comes to town) to whip him into Mommy-approved state. Eep.

And did I mention that that will be the first time I actually get to meet her? Double eep.

No pressure, right…?