Seriously. Where are you going all the time? Did I give you permission to leave? Dada has been picking up your slack though while you go off and do whatever the hell it is that you do. He is doing a fantastic job as well. I have come to realize that perhaps Dada is even better than you with some things. Like putting me to nap. I like to nap for at least an hour and a half when he puts me down. You thought you had it great before. As your punishment, I have decided that I shall only nap for 20 minutes when you put me down for my naps. I'll also get up between 4-6 in the morning and take my time (about an hour or so) going back to sleep. Yes, that's right, my classic move. Sleep deprivation.
I don't know what possessed you Mumma. You can be replaced. Mumma's are dime a dozen you know. That's right, you thought I'd be the typical baby and be all "waaaaaaaaah! My mommy is leaving! poor little me! I'm so hurt and distraught! I have separation anxiety! whoa is me! I want my mama!". Ha! Dada is so much fun I barely notice your gone. My punishments are not an act of pathetic need. They are an exercise of my power to run your life and effect you on your deepest levels.
You forget who you are dealing with Mumma. Feel my wrath.