Nowhere To Go

I now know what hell is like.

Paul and I were heading to dinner tonight, and Ms. Nyla had her fussy pants on...and they were on good. Homegirl screamed and cried almost the entire time. Holy Jesus, someone save me.

Now don't go judging me because even having my own child crying irritates me sometimes. The problem with being in a car is that there is nowhere you can go, not really much you can do. Sure, I could pull over and feed her, but that's a real unsafe solution seeing as we were on the freeway.

The sound, the cries just echo through the entire vehicle. This makes the volume just increase exponentially. And don't even try to turn the music up because that just signals to Nyla that she should cry louder.

I think our sweet thing is just tired. Time to stop writing this blog and put my babygirl to bed. Happy (early) Friday everyone!