Nov 7, 2017
Once in our first year of marriage my husband and I drove from Utah to Oregon to visit family. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Idaho we passed a huge factory of some kind and, after a quick pitstop, I remember drifting off to sleep as we headed toward the exit thinking, “I’ll just sleep for a couple hours and then when I wake up we’ll be a couple hours closer.”
But when I woke up a couple hours later, it was to a slow and terrible realization that my husband, who was driving, had accidentally gone off that exit the wrong direction and, not only were we not a couple hours closer, we were now even further away and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way I felt passing that dumb factory again.
It was something akin to the way I felt trying all. the. things. to get the baby to stop screaming and go down for a nap today, only to wake up two hours later still holding him and realize that I had dozed off right before my husband came home for his lunch break, slept through the whole thing, and then woke up even hungrier and bleach-y eyed than I’d felt before.