In general, I enjoy riding in the car. I don't really mind driving, either. As long as I'm not sitting in traffic, which I'm able to avoid for the most part here in the bay area, driving does not bother me. Good music, good company, a fun destination are all important variables. But then.....I had kids......and my life behind the wheel has never been the same. I don't have the kind of kids who fall asleep the second the key touches the ignition, so maybe you should stop right here if these are the types of kids you have. My kids occasionally sleep in the car....when I drug them, that is. Sophie has become a non-stop talker, singer, screamer, all-around-entertainer, and saves her best material for long car rides. You would think it takes two to take part in a conversation, but Sophie tends to overlook this requirement.
On our way home from Reno this weekend, Sophie sang and talked LOUDLY for what seemed like two hours straight. This included random unidentified flying objects being tossed around the back seat. Occasionally, Tim and I would participate (not the throwing part), but for the most part Sophie was content entertaining herself. Okay, maybe Noah was a little entertained too. More often than not, I find it pretty funny and love to hear her sing and babble. Granted, the times I feel this way are typically short trips to Target, the grocery store, basically trips that require us to be in the car for 20 minutes max roundtrip. But this particular trip from Reno felt like an eternity. I would look at other people as they drove by thinking how peaceful they look, how they must be enjoying some casual conversation, maybe some good music. All the while I could barely see straight because of all the joyful noise occurring in our car. I did all I could to not go completely nutso, but I totally lost my cool towards the end of our trip and told EVERYONE in the car to be quiet, the radio included (insert a Cheryl tantrum here). For the last 30 minutes of our ride, the whole car was silent and I pondered whether or not bringing my ipod on the next trip would make me a bad mom.
On our way home from Reno this weekend, Sophie sang and talked LOUDLY for what seemed like two hours straight. This included random unidentified flying objects being tossed around the back seat. Occasionally, Tim and I would participate (not the throwing part), but for the most part Sophie was content entertaining herself. Okay, maybe Noah was a little entertained too. More often than not, I find it pretty funny and love to hear her sing and babble. Granted, the times I feel this way are typically short trips to Target, the grocery store, basically trips that require us to be in the car for 20 minutes max roundtrip. But this particular trip from Reno felt like an eternity. I would look at other people as they drove by thinking how peaceful they look, how they must be enjoying some casual conversation, maybe some good music. All the while I could barely see straight because of all the joyful noise occurring in our car. I did all I could to not go completely nutso, but I totally lost my cool towards the end of our trip and told EVERYONE in the car to be quiet, the radio included (insert a Cheryl tantrum here). For the last 30 minutes of our ride, the whole car was silent and I pondered whether or not bringing my ipod on the next trip would make me a bad mom.
5 comments:
LOL...You are hilarious Cheryl. I'm already paranoid to go on long trips with Miles.
Sopie and Bennett should date. They sound like the same child.
Cheryl - you should know that when Lori was the same age she talked non-stop also. Ask her about selling tickets to the Giangicomo Cat House! It all happened because my mom became immune to her non-stop talking! So beware!
bad mom...? sounds like a smart mom to me!!! I have those daydreams of long walks through the aisles of grocery stores, peaceful lines at the post office...& trying on shoes...ahh but those days are long gone!
That's what earplugs are for right? I try the ignoring but that only works for so long. I feel your pain.
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