Momnesia

A Long Trip

Long story short - though more blog entries are to come - we managed to turn a 3 and 1/2 hour trip back from Myrtle Beach into a 5 hour trip back from Myrtle Beach through my husband and mine's collective stupidity. By the time we got back, it was 10:15 p.m., and Emerson had completely skipped her nap for the day.

Ten minutes before we pulled into the driveway, she was babbling away. Suddenly: silence. I looked back. She was fast asleep.

When we pulled into the driveway, I got out and unbuckled her many many seatbelts. Her eyes popped open and she gave a hearty laugh.

"I jus' closaeyes, mama. No sleepies!" she explained.

Ah. That explains the snoring.