Tonight, I had one of those moments. One of those, smack yourself in the face, or kick yourself in the ass moments.
Gwen likes to lay in our bed at night and watch some TV to wind the night down. And many times, we will use that opportunity to eat dinner together (Gwen eats earlier depending on when Jason gets home). At some point during each time, she will call to us to come into the room, either for a new show, maybe a bottle refill, and sometimes for a "cuddle cuddle."
Tonight, I went in there when beckoned for, and she wanted a new show, and some tickles. So, I happily obliged, laying with her and making her laugh, when she stopped, hugged me and said, "Momma, cuddle cuddle?" And I replied, "No, sweetie, Mommy has to go the dishes."
And it was like, SMACK.
I repeated my previous sentence in my head, and thought... "Are you SERIOUS!?!"
I then proceeded to mentally reprimand myself... Really, Sam??? There is going to be a day that this little chica is gonna be too-cool-for-school and not want anything to do with cuddle cuddles, maybe even you for that matter. You should be soaking up every second of this rapidly growing little girl, this little girl that was once your tiny little baby, and tomorrow could have grown that much more.
So, I curled up with that lil pumpkin of mine. And even if it were only five minutes until she wanted to be up and moving again, it was worth every second.
The dishes can wait.