Hello long time lurker. Will somebody please come along and tell me AIBU to hate every minute of pretending to be a lego person/soft toy/rabbit/builder/fireman? I am a SAHM so I spend a fair amount of time with my DS (3.5).
I can just about manage reading books, craft stuff, playing in the garden/park and I actually almost enjoy taking the kids out. But I will literally hide in the toilet to avoid even a few minutes of role playing. Do I need to feel guilty about this?
Am I causing long term emotional damage by leaving this to my husband / in-laws / any passing child that I can strong-arm into my house to play with him?
Literally the minute he says 'Look Mummy, you can be the...' my shoulders go up. This morning I had a lego person with a petrol pump instead of a head and I had to go around as 'petrol-head' filling up random household objects thinking only 1 year until he goes to school...