AITA for “stopping” mummy from eating her breakfast
This morning I (14w, F, Teeny Tiny Terror) have mixed feelings about my morning.
i woke up refreshed after a 12 hour sleep with 2 milk breaks full of smiles and ready for the day.
the milk lady took me from the big room into the nursery to change my butt and decided to sit on the feeding chair for a cuddle . naturally i demanded milkies even thought it had only been an hour and a half since i late ate.
i screamed, the milk taps opened for business.
she changed me out of my pj’s and into a cute daytime onesie and we went down stairs to start the day.
she moved my bouncer chair into the kitchen for me while she made breakfast. immediately i spit up milkies all over myself. whoops!
we had to go upstairs to change.
cute outfit number 2 and back to the chair i go. i start to play, mum is cutting my bagels and pops then in the toaster.
suddenly i’m spitting milky chunks all over myself. bamboozled.
again i am whisked away for another outfit.
back downstairs and looking extra cute, i am returned to the chair. play time and bouncing resumes.
mum is putting something she calls nutella on her food but also eating it out the jar with a spoon?? greedy.
she carries me back to the living room and sits on the floor in front of me to talk while she eats.
i think it’s rude she has food and i have none, decided now was a good time to look her dead in the eyes, smile and do a big wet poop.
you guessed it, back upstairs!
lying in my changing mat contemplating life, decided i was bored of my current outfit so spit up again. you guessed it, i got a new outfit!
we go downstairs and i am returned to my chair, i let her have a few bites of food while i bounce. i let out a scream, the milky lady asks what’s wrong, i scream again and this time milky chunks appear all over me AND the chair.
milk lady starts to tell me that if she doesn’t eat breakfast then the milk tap won’t produce enough milkies for me, they will close for good and we will need to swap to bottles.
seems like she’s gaslighting me?
she then has the AUDACITY to tell me that if i’m going to keep spitting up she’s going to out my ugly onesies on me.
at this point i’m sleepy so demand a nap, she obliged. I think she ate while i slept, unsure.
when i woke up i decided the whole world had to know that i HATE my outfit.
milk lady isn’t taking the hint. she won’t change me again. i had to wear it ALL DAY! (she gave me my reflux medicine so i stopped spitting up)
so fellow terrors, AITA or if my milk lady overreacting?