I would like to blame extreme sleep deprivation for the following stories. And also, before you call CPS, just remember that this is a blog, so you can’t prove it really happened unless you were there.
On Tuesday while parked in a parking lot with our children playing happily in the back seat, Esther lamented aloud that we couldn’t drive across the parking lot to the Burger King without strapping our children into their seats, because it would be 10000 times easier. Instead of doing this we went our separate ways, and I put my children into my car like normal: let Harmon climb into his seat, shut the door, put Sammy in her seat and strap her in, return to Harmon and strap him in, drive home. Except I missed a step. Upon pulling into my driveway and opening the door to get Harmon out of the car I found it really easy to get him out, as he was not strapped into his car seat at all. Did I mention the part about driving 30 minutes on the freeway? Worst mother ever, I know. But miraculously he survived and didn’t even get out of his seat.
Today is Friday. Friday pretty much always means more tired because it is the end of the week, having had little to no rest because of a kind husband who works during the week to pay for our unused car seats. Today as I loaded my children into the car in the parking lot I followed the usual routine. About 4 minutes away, through city traffic, I hear Harmon saying “it’s ok! it’s ok!” to which I reply “yep, it’s ok!” because who knows what he was talking about? I was just glad he thought it was ok. Next thing I know there is a Harmon head right next to mine saying “it’s ok!” Despite almost having a heart attack and crashing the car at the same time, I managed to pull the car into a parking lot and properly restrain my child, much to his disappointment.
You can bring me my Parent of the Year Award now, I think I’ve earned it.