Yesterday afternoon I an errand that couldn't be avoided. We left the second David woke up from his nap and only had about a 5 minute drive. I frantically completed the errand in less than half an hour and resisted the urge to stop by Walmart on the way back to pick up a few things we need. So far so good. Then as I was about to turn onto our street I realized I was too late. David had fallen asleep. I brought him in the house as gingerly as I could and put him in his room where it's nice and quiet, but true to form a few minutes later he was awake as soon as he noticed he wasn't in a moving car anymore. Even if it really is naptime, the only way to get him to sleep more than a few minutes when he falls asleep in the car is to keep driving around until it's time to wake up. Even then it's pretty dicey since a prolonged stop at a traffic light is often enough to wake him up.So what's the problem with that you ask? Even just that few minutes of sleep ensures that when it is time for his next nap he won't sleep. He'll still get tired and I'll have a very cranky and clingy baby on my hands until he finally collapses, but sleeping is out of the question. It's bad enough when this happens in the morning, but in the afternoon I don't have time to get him back on schedule before bedtime. The time that he's finally ready to drop winds up being a couple of hours before he goes to bed. Falling asleep then will mean that come 3 am he's wide awake and ready to play the night away. I try to keep him awake until bedtime, but sometimes he's so tired it's just not possible.
Unfortunately I often need to run to my office in the afternoon to hand in the previous night's paperwork. I can't go in earlier because it usually takes me until the afternoon to finish it and handing it in the next morning isn't an option. On the rare day that we can avoid any errands David's so happy and well-adjusted. I feel so guilty about going anywhere even in the morning because it makes him so miserable and cranky. I know I'm not the first mom to ever have difficulties like this, but why do I feel like I'm the only one who can't deal with it? Other moms manage to get out with their kids. What am I doing wrong?











