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.
You should pretty much know that any time Harmon says "It's okay" that it's really not.
Because he says it when he's about to do something he's not supposed to. Most often, run across the street, but also when he takes a toy from Sammy or takes something he know's he's not allowed to have like a phone.
LOL. I accidentally didn't strap Abby in once and she walked casually up to me when I was driving through an intersection. I was horrified, but turned into the next parking lot to strap her in. Now she raises a stink when we don't buckle her in. That's really nice.
Please don't ever compare yourself to Britney.
That's pretty good. Maybe you just need some pants with a really strong velcro that attaches to the seat. Away with straps!
I had this happen to me too with Rylee. It is the worst feeling ever! haha
The kids think it is the coolest thing ever!
Just remember car seats were not required or necessarily commonly available… After gassing up the van (no mini-van), I crossed two lanes of oncoming traffic then had to get to the outside lane to stop the van. Aaron was about 3 yr. old and was standing in the front on the passenger-side. He must have been holding onto the door handle because the door swung open and he was dangling out over the raod. I couldn't stop because there was traffic coming in all lanes. Way to hang in there Aaron!! Love, mom
Haha!!! That reminds me of the time my friend Suzy strapped her son into his carseat. We drove for a bit and he exclaimed, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" She forgot to strap the carseat itself in, so it tipped over.