Jo Cool Mama

My Boyz hate the car! A simple car ride into town is a nightmare situation for our family. When my first son hated riding in the car, I thought I was going to go insane! We could not drive anywhere without him screaming the whole way! After he was able to be turned around – the awesome 20 pound mark – he seemed to calm down a little. It turned into a gamble because we never knew if he was going to enjoy the ride or not. Then a car ride to Vegas prompted us to buy a portable DVD player with hope that would help, and it did! The nightmare was finally over when my first son was almost two-years-old!

Now, my second son has similar behavioristics when riding in the car! I couldn’t believe it when he too started to scream an entirety of a car ride. I talked to other mothers (including my pediatrician) who also have car hating babies and they all said it drove them nuts too, but after a few minutes their babies would tire out… ummmm, not mine! My Boyz never tire! Nope, an hour car ride means an hour long screaming/crying session. You have to sympathize with me wanting to speed it up in order to get where I’m headed. I have one goal and that’s to get to the destination and be able to get my poor little fella out of the back and into the arms of his mommy. That’s all he wants and that’s all I want to give him. He’s craving freedom from the jail of the car seat and I am craving peace.

I speed – yes I do. I learned to drive in good ol’ Southern California and if you didn’t drive quickly, you got run over! But, I am a safe speeder – I almost never go ten over the posted speed limit and always “safety first” – so I speed when I know it’s not going to cause any harm. With that said – when the baby is screaming and my mommy instinct is freaking out, I don’t pay attention to my speed, I just gotta get there! Let me just add here that I only fly if we’re close to our destination – if we aren’t close then I pull over and try to calm baby in the car. Well, last night we were close to home and it was late and I knew I just needed to get home and get this little fella to bed. I wasn’t watching my speed, but then went to pass a sheriff truck and checked my speed. I wasn’t speeding (much). I was going like five over – no big deal. I went to proceed past the sheriff truck when lights and sirens bellowed behind me…. Really?!

Yep, speeding ticket. I pulled off the main street and stopped. The baby was still screaming in the back and I had always figured any police officer hearing that would forgive my breaking the law… Nope. While he wrote me up, I picked the baby up and nursed him. It sucked and I was stuck there for another fifteen minutes getting the baby to sleep and back into the car seat… Baby slept all the way home and big brother fell asleep too. It was nice, but now I have to pay a ticket…