After fetching both kids from their schools, I was looking forward to going home. Still exhausted from a whole weekend of hosting a Roadshow, I wanted to go home and lie down.
I was hoping that it would be a peaceful drive home but it was not meant to be.
For some reason, Breyen decided that he wanted to kick his sister, so Phoebie started crying. I threatened Breyen with some punishment and he too, started crying.
My wish for a peaceful drive home was gone. I had a crying duet in the car and it was getting on my nerves. At the same time, I didn’t want to scream at both my kids because it won’t only make them cry even louder. At the same time, I was still resting my voice after talking at work for two days straight.
I decided to roll down all the windows.
As we stopped at a traffic light, I told the kids, “You want to cry? Make sure all the cars next to us can hear you.”
As the light turned green, I continued driving. Within a minute, both Phoebie and Breyen stopped crying. I looked at the rear view mirror. Both of them were looking out of the window.
Not sure if it was the noise coming from the road or the wind blowing on their faces, but I got what I wanted. A peaceful drive home.
Perhaps the fresh air helps.