I get why Britney drove with the kid on her lap.
Because right now, at 6:45 pm, Bella has finally fallen asleep. For the first time ALL DAY LONG. I’m kid you not, this child has taken a 20 minute nap from 9:00 this morning. I am fried, she is fried, her eyes are beaming red when she wakes up, the house is covered in vomit burp cloths.
So why don’t I take advantage of this moment?
Because I have to go get Sam from work in 15 minutes. We chose to sell a car to make this easier financially, but I have to tell you – I’m almost tempted to tell him to hoof it home tonight. “Bundle up honey, it’s 14 degrees out. Walk fast, she needs a bath.”
But I can see how easy it would be to take her and put her in my lap and drive down the road. No car seat, no seat belts that she hates to bend her little arms to get in, no snapping in and head bouncing, no spitting her paci out as I drive down the road with one hand fully behind me attempting to find her mouth with the paci and bang her repeatedly in the eye with it. No sobbing, cranky, overtired infant.
And as much as Britney’s situation was just a tad different (I have no paparazzi as much as I would like to think people care that much about me) I have that same feeling of just getting it over with.
But I won’t. Safety first. *sigh*