The thing I hate the most…


The girl can’t stand the car.  She will go one minute smooth sailing.  Then the whining starts.  Then the crying.  Then the full on “I’m forcing my body out of this carseat” cry.

I’ve come to the conclusion that there are invisible needles in her car seat, poking her in the butt.

I don’t know what to do.  I remember Emma going through this stage in the car.  With Emma, all I had to do was put my hand back there so she could hold it.  Immediate relaxation.  No binky, no blankie, no stuffed animal.  Emma’s comfort object was me.  Just to hold my hand.  Annoying at the time but looking back, it was so sweet.

I would do A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G for Kate to follow in her sister’s footsteps.
Miss Bulldog.  I try to give her my hand to hold and she opens it, looks for food, and she throws my hand off her.
I will do anything to avoid the car with Kate.  I will stay at home all day and wait for Scott to come home so I can run to the grocery store.  If I really need something, I will try to grocery shop at the gas station near our house (a one minute car ride, compared to 5 minute car ride to grocery store).  I tell my sister to come over our house instead of us going there.  At any given moment, you will find candy/crackers/fruit snacks in my car door to keep Kate quiet.  I beg and plead with Scott to drive Kate separately if we go somewhere together on the weekends.  We have visited Scott’s parents in Wichita ONCE since she’s been born.

I have added two more inventions to my invention list:

1.  A soundproof little wall to block out the backseat passengers.  Similar to a limo.  Completely soundproof.  Phone optional if Emma needs to reach me.

2.  Some sort of warning light on top of my car to let other cars know I have a screaming, out-of-control toddler in the back.  And I cannot be trusted on the road.  Random swerves, psycho look in my eyes, immediate cussing/honking at the car in front of me to GOOOO when the light turns green.

If you see me on the road, drive away my friends.  Drive away.

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