My kid hates the car seat (this is my last warning that this blog is growing more personal).
Therefore, I hate every moment leading up to getting back into this thing. As a baby planner, mom and general lover of safety first when it comes to children - I'm all for car seats. But why - oh why - can't I talk my one year old into not twisting and shouting so much when it's time to buckle up. A fear of this moment definitely cuts my errands in half.
But today was a parental win. We arrived at the house after a labor day playdate and I'm unloading the contents of the car to the stairs. Putting them away takes a few more days.
As I drop the box and diaper bag on the stairs I think to myself - we're out of milk. You see, the lack of milk was the exact reason we had to leave the playdate.
Baby P needed her goat's milk and during the 20 minute drive home - I forgot.
Much like, I can assume, a cheshire cat - a smile creeps across my face as I realize the baby is still buckled in. I sneak back into the car, put it in reverse and crank up NPR. Parental win.