Second Child Syndrome

A couple of days ago I backdated a photopost about Connor, I was hoping to sneak it in under the radar, but forgot about the magic of RSS, and of course the people reading my feed saw it pop up.

Why am I backdating posts about my littlest babe you ask?

Guilt.

No. Worse than that. Mother’s guilt.

Connor already gets the short end of the stick on a lot of things, most of his clothes are hand me downs, his brother’s temperament and issues means that he dominates our time, the poor kid doesn’t even get a room of his own, he has to share it with piles of paperwork, dead computers and furniture that won’t fit anywhere else.

See the mildly annoying moving thing just underneath my header? I noticed that there was photo after photo of Declan, and the only photo of Conman was about to drop off the end into the oblivion of the interwebs, in favour of yet another Declan post. I had fallen into the trap of second child syndrome without even realising it.

So I tried to sneakily backdate a post and now I feel even worse because I got totally busted by my RSS readers.

Mother’s guilt could send a woman crazy.