In which the Tired family is a little crazy.
Once upon a time I used to travel in the car between Philadelphia and Boston fairly often. I preferred to go in the middle of the night to avoid traffic. Yes, I was crazy.
But clearly Taxman shares my crazy, because we hatched a plan to drive from New Jersey to Maine in the middle of the night, not only to avoid traffic but to avoid wasting a day in the car with “I’m bored!” and “I’m hungry!”
There was some sleeping in the car. Not a lot. AM looked dazed for much of the ride, or stuck his head inside his pillowcase to try to sleep. Then there was this delightful question and answer:
AM: “What time is it?”
Me: “Uh, 2:48. Why?”
AM: “I just wanted to know.”
At least it wasn’t anything hard.
Miss M was more of a challenge. She couldn’t lie down, needed something soft to lean on, and was utterly bored. “I need something to amuse me!” she wailed. When Taxman and I switched seats at 4:30, she asked if she could put the overhead light on. “Why?” I asked. “To read,” she said. “NO!” we responded, in perfect unison. (Parenting: How to Always Agree.)
She finally fell asleep, awakening around 6:30, in tears. “I can’t wait!” she sobbed. We naturally thought she had to pee. But no, she couldn’t wait to…eat. Although she hadn’t indicated that she had wanted anything to eat. I passed back a pint of blueberries, she ate 5, then passed out again. Ha! She just wanted to make sure I was paying attention.
We’re here now, they’re sleeping late, and everyone is fine. But seriously, don’t try this at home.