I was bogged down in thick Atlanta Thanksgiving traffic. Yes, here in Atlanta, Thanksgiving traffic starts Wednesday morning.
We were on the verge of Little E's nap time. He was starting to get edgy.
The slower I drove, the louder Little E's cries became until it evolved into full-on screaming. Oy.
LIGHT BULB MOMENT!
I wish I had lights and a siren like an ambulance or fire truck that I could flip on in crying emergencies that would allow me to zip home. I promise I would use it sparingly and only when the Yoys had a true meltdown emergency.
For a moment, I congratulated myself on such a good idea, but then was brought back to reality by Little E's hysteria. Poor little guy. He just wants his bed.
I reached back with my crazy long monkey arms and tried to soothe him. It was no use. He had crossed over to the dark side.
I spent 45 minutes in the car with a screaming Little E.
Now excuse me while I go down a bottle of Chardonnay and try to unwind from the drive.
This looks just like my van. All I need is the siren!