The Daddy Phase

It's here. Phoebe is in the daddy phase. And she is in DEEP.
Actually, it caught me off guard since I had forgotten all about it. But, thinking back, it happened with Finn right around this same age. And Phoebe is in the thick of it now.
Can I complain for a moment?
She hugely prefers her daddy (despite the fact that I am the one who takes care of 90% of her needs). Phoebe and I will have days where it is one tantrum after another. Hitting me and kicking me, rolling on the floor yelling. On and off all day long. And then when daddy walks in the door it's like none of it ever happened. She is smiley and happy and said daddy thinks his wife is crazy for saying that Phoebe was a wee bit of a monster all day.
She will lavish hugs and kisses on daddy and when mommy sneaks in to ask for one, she screams "no!" and pushes me away. Only daddy can put her to bed, only dad can calm her sorrow and she only wants daddy to hold her. I try and get her breakfast and she only wants her daddy to get it. I try and get her dressed and she screams and runs away from me. I try and change her diaper and she screams for daddy (OK, so that part is not so bad...) But, most of the time, she wants nothing to do with me. I am so chopped liver.
I know it is just a phase, and yes, I know that I shouldn't take it personally, but it still hurts.
Anyways, I am trying to remind myself that this, like all things at this age, it is temporary and will be over before I know it (I hope). And until then, I will keep reminding myself that she does love me even if it doesn't really appear that way most of the time... (she does, right?)
We mamas have to sacrifice a lot for our kiddos. Most of my sacrificing seems to come in the form of my sanity, but I know that it will all be worth it in the end.