I’m sure pretty much every single parent has done a midnight drive with their child… where their kid either doesn’t want to go the hell to sleep (despite not having a nap during the day) lastnight was one of those nights. For whatever reason at midnight the son decided it was a good time to excersise his diaphram and lungs and let his father and I know that he was awake… indeed child you are awake now go back to SLEEP! So the mobile, soothers, starlight projector (we use pretty much every device other than alcohol because that’s reserved for mommy and daddy.) After 15 minutes of unbearable crying we packed up into the car and went for a ride.
I pity the stupid cop who would ever pull us over in the middle of the night, its one of those things that are always laced in my mind. There’s me in a slip dress with nothing underneath, looking dead friggan tired… then my husband with a mish mash of non matching pants and shirt… of course I don’t have my purse with me, or shoes, I’m driving rather slow considering the LACK of people on the road because I’m pondering to myself if I should stop for coffee or if this ride will be a quick one. Our city does random police checks in the late of night, if I were to ever be stopped I’d only need to glare at them to understand the situation… that or I stole a car and kidnapped a family.
So parents who go for that lovely night right, whom blast the heat, listen to soft music and curse under their breath… you’re not alone. Take comfort that there’s another parent somewhere out there most likely doing the same thing.