good night turned sad night

tonight i came home to a happily sleeping baby, the laundry washed, the dishes clean, a frozen pizza and an open bottle of wine. all without asking! made coming home from working a twelve an a half hour shift not so bad. aaahh, relaxation. thanks daddy dave!
   

 

 

d and i were enjoying a nice night together and i was feeling good about being back at work...until...the baby woke up. i let her cry for ten minutes like we normally do, but it was more brutal than before because i hadn't seen her all day. i went in to give her the pacie and i just couldn't help picking her up to calm her down and to get a little selfish snuggle for myself too. however, when i picked her up she started screaming even harder. what? mind racing. what was wrong? more teething? fever? something else? i tried to console her but all my usual tricks weren't working. i tried to nurse her but she refused and continued to cry. oh my. i was starting to panic and became really concerned because this was very unusual. i called for david, "help! what do you think is wrong?" david came in the room, i handed her to him and she immediately stopped crying. instant change. and then she even smiled at him.

whaaatt?

dev-a-sta-ted. seriously. heart = broken. in a million pieces. she was crying like never before and i couldn't console her and then david came in and she was instantly smiling? i mean, i'm glad that she has special time with daddy, but how could she forget da mamma so soon?

i totally get now why working mammas spoil their children. it's not about the babes, it about us!