Commuting with Caris

Oh the car.

It's hit or miss when Lil' C is confined in her carseat.


Honestly, it's more hit than miss. From early on, Caris has been really a great little traveler. Which bodes well for her frequently travelling caregivers. Typically sleeps or plays contently on most occasions when driving to a destination is in order.


But the atypical does indeed occur. And let me tell you, when lil' C does not want to be in the car. You. Will. Know.


Persistant. Inconsolable. Screams-that-make-you-want-to-hit-your-head-on-the-window. (and I admittedly did so a few times last week)


If it's a party of 3 in the car, a visit by mom to the backseat will settle lil' C down.


But when it's just the two girls, and emploring such method would greatly impair my ability to drive, there are NO SOLUTIONS. Truly. Music, toys, windows-down, no music, singing, talking, touching. All tried. All failed.


Enter rush hour Houston traffic. Which transformed my 4 mile commute home into a stop-and-go filled 30 minute trek.


That was my last-week. Every day.


I think the issue at hand is that Caris, following a long day at school, wants to be with her mom. She is a little mommy-clingy these days and as previously mentioned, quite aware af her happenings. So after getting to see mom for not-enough minutes at school and then confined to the backseat with barriers to her desired target of affections, she is none to happy about the situation.


In hopes of potential remedy, I'm going to try to spend a little more time with her before we leave school this week. With hopes for a two-fold benefit of happier Caris and less traffic. Downfall being later arrival home. But hopefully arrival will then be sans-migraine which should contribute to a better evening, regardless of the reduced length.





Oh the joys of an 8-5 working city mom.