My son is S-P-O-I-L-E-D. It is ridiculous.
I'm not talking about how he's spoiled with clothes or toys, though he is, with both. My kid is spoiled with time.
My son gets heartbroken if he doesn't see his grandparents at least twice a week. He sees his aunts and beloved cousins almost that often.
My husband and I both work close to home, and we're always off work by 5:00 at the latest. We take him almost everywhere we go. (Seriously. I can't think of more than about a half a dozen times in his life when he's been left with grandparents while Mommy and Daddy go out.)
Yesterday, I decided to spoil my kid some more. It was a good day to do it. I had to leave the office early to go downtown and swear in as a notary public. (BTW, downtown is insane since the storm. There were even still a few traffic lights out, and Moores Square is unrecognizable.)
Well, I lucked out and found parking right near the building, then the whole process with the Register of Deeds Office took almost no time at all, so I finished everything up a lot sooner than I was expecting. However, it was late enough that, if I went back to the office, I'd only be there less than an hour before it was time to leave again.
I debated going home, changing out of my dress, and just having a little "me" time to chill. But then I remembered that my son is the coolest guy I know, so I decided to go pick him up early from preschool, instead.
