We have a tendency to pack our weekends to the brim with errands.
And by “we” I mean “I.”
And by “errands,” I mean “dragging The Kidling around town to keep me company while I buy shit.”
One recent weekend morning, the Kidling and I were headed out to
buy shit run errands. It had been a full morning, and munchkin was tired. I suggested that she close her eyes and get some rest while I drove.
“I’m tired too,” I told her. “I wish I could rest.”
I could hear those little gears turning.* A pause, then,
“But you can’t, otherwise you will create a car accident and probably get a receipt.”
* Not really. Duh.