So earlier this week, Andrew and I endured an epic commute replete with traffic, construction, errands, and general grumpiness. I tried everything–emergency teething biscuit, sippy cup, obnoxious toy that makes me want to stick my head out the window and roll it up to the point that I cease to be able to inhale or exhale and thus pass into another realm, that, Lord willing, lacks anything Made in China or Irritating as Hell, and empty plastic bottle.
All worked for a short time, but we were still about fifteen minutes from home when the last of my gimmicks lost its luster. I glaced at the passenger seat. I questioned. I debated. I vacillated. And then, I caved.
I handed my squalling child a virtually brand-new box of tissues and let the madness begin.
It was totally worth it.