Spoiled

Abigail is spoiled. She’s had a month of constant activity and numerous people to pay attention to her. Not to mention the fact that for the past couple of weeks, she’s been drifting off to sleep in Grandma or Grandpa’s arms as they rock her into her afternoon nap.

Today was our first day back in the office and back to our normal routine. The morning hours flew by as I tried to get the office in some semblance of order and catch up on mail and phone calls. The afternoon was a different story all together. Life was good until it was time for Abigail’s afternoon nap. When I put her down for her nap, she pulled out her ear-piercing “I’m mad” scream, and wouldn’t stop screaming and crying for a half an hour. I only picked her up briefly to help her calm down a little bit, so she could drift off to sleep. Not working…

She’s spoiled that’s all there is to it. I told her she was spoiled and she was to have to get it together and get back into our routine (like she understood a word I said.) Then I let her cry. As I watched her cry, I sat down on the floor next to her and started sobbing right along with her. It realized that I too am spoiled.

Jason liked to spoil me. He took care of all of the stuff I didn’t want to do. He managed our money, paid the bills, fixed the cars, dealt with insurance, took care of computer problems, researched our big purchases, did the taxes, planned the house remodeling projects and much more. He also helped me with daily task like cooking, cleaning, and changing diapers. Not mention the fact that he brought me flowers about once a month, and he always went crazy buying gifts for me on the holidays. He made sure I was taking care of myself by going out with the girls on a regular basis. He fixed me bubble baths, complete with candles, music, something to drink, a bath pillow and a warm bath robe.

I’m spoiled that’s all there is to it. I’m going to have to get over being spoiled, and start dealing with the things I don’t like. I’m going to have to begin new routines, and start being thankful for all the things I used to take for granted. I don’t want to…I’d rather be spoiled and cry like Abigail until someone picks me up and rocks me to sleep.

Eventually, Abigail cried herself to sleep, and I made myself get up and go back to work. I’m sure there will be more tears, before we both get over being spoiled.