Over the river and through the chemical plants to Grandmother’s house we go…
If you have ever traveled on the New Jersey Turnpike in North Jersey, you know what I mean.
Anyway… this weekend we made the trek to Grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. The turkey roulade with mushroom and wild rice stuffing DH made was DELICIOUS. And we mushed some up for O, who ate it up like we had been starving her for days.
And then, Sunday came…oh, the dreaded Sunday drive back. We of course had to stay and watch the Redskins get their asses served to them on a platter by the Eagles, and with DH deperessed, and O about to fall asleep, we left Grandmother’s house.
1 hour later, we avoided most of the traffic, O wakes up and basically continues to cry and whine for the next 2 hours. We tried singing, The Wheels on the Bus or Ole’ McDonald… nothing. We put her CD on of TMBG, Nothing. I even had my laptop and put on Super Why! for her. NOTHING. She just continued whining and crying.
By the time we arrived home, DH and I holding on by a thin thread to our sanity.
When it was time to go to sleep that too was a challenge. She wanted to sleep with me. But after an hour or so, she finally fell asleep.
I remember an easier time. When O would sleep in the car. Or when she would have less opinions about things. Or when she would be fine being held by other people. But now….None of that.
I guess the next step is for her to learn to express herself, her frustrations and her expectations.