A Disturbing Picture
Since the kids have started in school, I've had more time alone in the car than I've had in years. I don't know what to do with myself.
I have done errands while listening to the JoJo's Circus CD. SInging along.
I have opened the side door of the van and just stood there, waiting for someone to get in.
I have exclaimed loudly, and pointed out several hot air balloons.
I ordered a Pumpkin Spice Latte for me, and a Hot Chocolate for my imaginary child that wasn't actually in the car, and asked for extra napkins, "in case she spills." The 'Bucks employee looked at me like I was insane, especially when I turned around to the empty car seat and flinched. I muttered something about a hole in my lip, maybe in my head, and drove away.
All this is confirming that indeed, I have lost valuable brain cells to this whole parenting thing, and I'm sore afraid of the picture that I'm getting. What's next? Will I be toddling around in mismatched shoes and talking to inatimate objects?
Oh wait. I did that too, when I kept up a steady stream of small talk with the empty stroller as I walked back to the car in two different tennis shoes. They were similar. Shut up.