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April 3, 2008
I think I can. I think I can!
Have I mentioned that Owen hates his car seat?
I may have to revise that. I think he hates being on his back (unless he's in my arms, then he tolerates it just fine) so much, that the car seat turns him into a screaming devil child, at least some of the time. Putting him in the car is a real crapshoot. Sometimes, he shrieks the entire trip. Sometimes, he starts out fine and works up to screaming bloody murder. Rarely, he is quiet and thoughtful. on a couple spectacular occasions, he has fallen asleep, sometimes without making a peep. The screaming doesn't end in him passing out, which is to say there isn't a damn thing to look forward to when he starts up.
I'm really hoping this is a temporary thing. That he'll outgrow it, or become resigned or something. Today, he lost it while we did a quick run through the grocery store on the way to pick Jamie up from school. We made it about halfway through the store when he started up, but at least I could stuff a pacifier in his mouth and jiggle it to keep him interested. I didn't have time to pull him out of the seat and try to calm him, so I drove most of the way to the preschool with one hand behind me holding the paci in (my daughters refer to this as "skilz.") Why he spits the damn thing out just so he can scream about it is beyond me. He was mercifully quiet on the ride home. And he held it together for most of the trip to, TKD, and most of the trip home. Unfortunately, the last 10 minutes or so were unadulterated hell. The screaming distracted me so badly that I left half our dinner at the McDonald's drive thru, and had to go back. He was just slowing down when we got stopped at a traffic light, at which someone obviously poked him with needles. By the time we got home, I was in tears. I thought I was past that.
Next week, Rex goes back to work, regular hours. I'm terrified that I'm not going to be able to manage our mornings in a way that gets everyone fed, dressed and moderately clean in time for school. I'm going to have to take the boy with me every time I leave the house, something we've been avoiding whenever possible. I'm going to have to keep it together.
Trial by fire, baby!
Posted by me at April 3, 2008 9:24 PM
Comments
Good luck to you. My girls both hated riding in the car seat, screamed bloody murder the whole trip, until they were old enough to face forward. Those two separate years of driving were awful because there was absolutely nothing that would console them.
I know, way to make you feel better about the situation, right?
Posted by: anna at April 4, 2008 9:19 AM