I am close to tears every Sunday night at the thought of another long week without seeing her all day and she prefers her nanny.
The second time was at grandpa's house when she wanted to run around with a cup of blackberries on his new beige carpet instead of eating them in the kitchen. He looked at her on the ground screaming and said that must have come from DH's side of the family. I tried to calm her down as I was a bit embarrassed and she hit my leg (side eyes to LO's friend that hits, just kidding), proving the ignore method does work better. All of it ends up making me feel sad that we aren't frolicking and singing with our little time together.