One night, after going to the store to pick up the essentials (milk, diapers and wine) I stayed in my car after pulling in my driveway. I told myself I wanted to listen to the end of a song. At the end of that song, I stayed in my car.
I picked up the phone and called my folks. See, that’s what those people who have no friends do, they call their folks.
My Dad answered and I told him that if the bottle of wine that was in my car had a twist off top I would be drinking it. It had been that kind of a day.
I guess, when you have a two year old who doesn’t like to nap, that is a typical day.
That call was a few months ago. Every now and then my Dad likes to ask if I’m hiding in my car again when I call and he doesn’t hear the kids.
Sometimes he can be a sarcastic bastard.
I feel the need to point out a few things:
- My husband was home with the kids during this time.
- I was in the driveway – I would never drink a bottle of wine while driving.
- My Dad really is a sarcastic bastard. But I tell him that with love. We have that kind of relationship.
I wonder if there is a study about the number of parents who have at one time or another hid from their kids? Sometimes you just need 5 minutes to just BREATHE and regroup.
Have you ever hid from your kids?