Separation Anxiety. It really is a bind.
Up until four weeks ago my 13-month-old daughter had become really independent. She was always crawling off without me and would happily stay with total strangers while I popped out of the supermarket queue to dash back for the milk I’d forgotten.
Now I am struggling to leave her with her father for 10 minutes while I jump in the bath.
If I’m in the room with her it’s fine – she’ll ignore me and get on with playing on her own or with someone else. But if she looks round and realises I’ve popped to the loo – boom! All hell breaks loose.
So I find myself borrowing the ballad of a famous crooner, Engelbert Humperdinck, as I her sing her this plea to soothe her.
Please release me, let me go
It’s not that I don’t love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Do you really want to watch me pee again?
I just have to pop to the loo my dearnear
And yet you always want me
I’ve crossed my legs for far too long
My darling, my pelvic floor is not that strong
Please release me, don’t you know –
I’ll soon be back to be the one who tells you, ‘No!’
Is leaving you with Daddy such a sin?
I just need to hoover and put out the bins
Please release me can’t you see
You’re missing playtime when you cling to me
Pulling my hair out just brings me pain
So release me and let me live again
I need the loo…
Let me gooooooooooo!
What are your experiences of Separation Anxiety? Please tell me it IS a phase?!