My boy is a good kid but he hates the car. A couple of weeks ago a few family members were getting together at my grandmothers house and I thought I would go along. Her house is about an hour drive from my place. We started off badly, lots of screaming. About 20 mins into the trip I pulled over to comfort him, both of us already very stressed and unhappy. I hoped he would drop off to sleep, he didnt. So, for the rest of the 40 mins he screamed and I listened. It was horrible. I drove hard to just get there and make it end. I was not feeling much like socialising when I arrived. After a fairly quick and not really happy visit we left. Surely, I hoped he would be so exhausted he would sleep home, no. He screamed even more, the whole hour home. By the time we got home we were both so unhappy and stressed, he was covered in a rash he had developed while screaming and I was twitching with anxiety. I swore I will never do that trip again alone, it was truly horrible.
About 2 weeks after I got a letter in the mail, dated that horrible day, a $215 fine and 3 demerit points for going through a red arrow one second after it changed. Was I happy? No. I had been sitting through 3 light changes at that intersection, and given the situation I wasnt about to sit through a fourth. What a forgettable day.
My dearest darling husband soothed my anger by saying that to get good fortune you have to endure some bad. Our good fortune is our healthy baby boy, so a fine is not too bad. I guess in the grand scheme of life and balance it is true.
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