Each day I debate whether or not to try and take both boys out for a drive in order to get Sam and Robby to nap simultaneously. It’s a tough decision to make. When it works it is wonderful. Both boys sleep, and I get at least a little downtime. I have my snack in the car and listen to a book on tape. The problem is that sometimes it doesn’t work, like really, really doesn’t work. Usually when it doesn’t work it’s because Robby wakes up too early and ends up screaming - he does not like being in his car seat once he is awake. Sometimes this could happen right as Sam is falling asleep, sometimes it could be about 20 minutes into Sam’s nap. But when this happens things get ugly. I end up with two miserable children crying in my car some distance away from my home.

When Robby wakes up early I often try to still get Sam as much sleep as I possibly can. That is why there have been many instances where I end up pulling in to some random parking lot, pulling Robby out of his car seat and nursing him in the passenger seat while Sam sleeps on. He’ll usually go back to sleep and then we sit there until Sam wakes up, Robby goes back in his seat, I drive the rest of the way home, and we all slug inside. It’s kind of ridiculous. It’s certainly silly that I have to go to this extreme in order to get Sam to nap these days. That’s what I was thinking about today whilst I sat in the passenger seat, looking at the clock to see if Sam had at least been asleep 45 minutes because Robby was starting to stir. I was thinking about this ridiculous situation that I keep finding myself in as Robby opened his eyes wide and looked up at me. I was thinking about it when he gave me a great big smile. And I was still thinking about it when he shat all over both of us.

So today, instead of waking up to see his mom nursing his new brother in the front of the car in a strange parking lot somewhere, Sam got to wake up to his mom frantically trying to change the baby’s diaper, onesie, and pants while she, herself, was covered in poo. And no, I did not follow the baby diaper bag rule: I did not have a change of clothes for myself as well as the baby. Nope, just the baby. And no, this was not a small dollop of poo on my clothes - I was covered. Sam woke up, took a look at his brother and mother and their little charade, I pointed out to him that Robby had pooped all over my pants, and he just shook his head yes and looked out the window.
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Scary enough for you? No? Well, I’m sending in an old archive post to Scribbit’s Write Away Contest, which I have never entered before even though I’ve always wanted to. She has prizes too! And the topic for this month is: Things That Scare You. Very few of you will remember this one since it was one of my very first posts from back in the day.