Back seat meltdown

The ride in the mom mobile

…some days are perfect

…some okay

…some suspect

Those suspect days are the days it takes 4, 2, .5 seconds for there to be what I am now calling “a backseat meltdown”!

What a mess!

 I thought this little dude was just in the back calmly roh, roh, roh youll boa’ng it (that’s row, row, row your boat folks)!

This boy! That’s my first thought…then I proceed to slowly look in my rear view mirror to only see the boy looking right back at me with his face wrinkled up to the left side!

Then… the hang slightly to the left of his car seat gesture begins - as to say I can’t see where we are or even possibly where we are going mom!

...then there’s the unnnnnnn moan with a slight cry of annoyance.

…the hep peez  (help please) over and over again begins - because  I want my book, my ball cap, a tissue, to hold your phone so I can watch Elmo or Mickey Mouse, a drink, my binky, I can’t take my shoes or socks off,  you’re not paying attention to me, or just to get the hell out of this seat.

And there’s good ol’ mom…slowly turning the volume up on the radio only to be interrupted by the boys new monthly concept: the 3 loud screams (he thinks this gets him attention)

Owl

Owlll

Ouwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Good ol’ mom just looks back and smiles and then screams back REALLY loud

The boy looks at me…with a facial expression that says man she’s good!