{Exile}

Our girls love their Daddy.
Me? Sometimes I wonder if they know I exist.

When we sit down to eat, it never fails that one of the girls {if not both} says, "Daddy sits in the middle!" {Because of the shape of our table--too big-- and size of the dinning room--too small, we eat at the kitchen counter/bar. Now with 4 of us, one person is left sitting uncomfortably on the end. Yep, that's me!} Even if Daddy won't be home from work in time for dinner!! And if I happen to sit in Daddy's seat, tears usually follow.

At breakfast this morning:
Lauren/Kylee: Daddy sits in the middle!!!
Me: I know. I know. Nobody wants to sit by me. Someday I will have a child that likes me!
Kylee: Noooooooooo!
Lauren: Well, we don't like you, but we do love you!!

For some reason I'm not feeling the love.
But really. I'm fine with it.
Really.
It's good they love their Daddy so much and only notice me when they need something.
{Like a diaper change.}
I'm just wondering where I will be exiled to when baby girl #3 wants to sit by Daddy at dinner too!