The Evening Commute

There's plenty of reasons why it's great to be a kid, though I have to be honest, the evening commute wasn't on that my list until last night. After picking up little Miss at 4:50pm to head home it was traffic central on both I90 and I87. Something I will so NOT be missing when I start my new job.  By the time we hit the parking lot that was once I87 little Miss was in rare form, to the point where Mommy's nerves were rare to raw. 

In a desperate attempt to get the vehicle moving I took exit 7 towards Latham/Troy and got off on Rte 9...big mistake, as this was the east parking lot of I87. So there we sat as we watched classic cars going by trying to get to Guptils. I really need to start reading the local papers to find out what the hell is going on around town.  So as I sat behind the wheel at 5:43, wondering just how much longer I was going to be stuck in the car with an unhappy child the gift of childhood kicked in, and little Miss passed out.

Oh to sleep through a traffic jam!  Although I was slightly jealous I curbed my desire to tickle her foot and wake her up so that she could continue to enjoy the traffic with me. Instead I considered just lucky she was to be able to catch a quick nap on the way home, and how lucky I was that instead of screaming she was sleeping.

This also lead me to wonder when this little miracle of random sleep will end. At what age will her misery and sleeping patterns mean twenty "are we there yet" interspersed with twenty more "I don't want to be in the car anymore" - followed by me losing my mind? Until then I'll appreciate the sleeping beauty that graces my back seat...