Saturday, May 18, 2013
Sometimes the road down goes perfectly well with the little one, which means he falls asleep immediately and M and me can have a nice chat or I can take the opportunity to catch up on some sleep. But other times it's just an inferno in the car and Alexis hates it. It takes entertaining, in the approximately amount of three hours, to a different level and the fantasy has to go beyond singing and showing different cars or cows outside the window. Last night was one of those times, God was I exhausted after sitting turned back all way down, singing and amusing my little son and just trying to keep him as happy as possible until we arrived. A big glass of wine would have been perfect after that sort of Friday night exhibition.