so, in order to escape our house, which we are painting, i decided spontaneously to go to my parents’ for a few days with Hazel
…. by bus.

That was a mistake. She was great for the first hour or so. She slept, she played, she looked out the window, she charmed fellow passengers.

Then she started to fuss

…then cry

…then scream. She screamed for what felt like forever. People around me offered unwanted advice. Some lady in the back loudly complained that she’d never take the bus again.

So, I did what anyone would do. I bailed. Before getting to Toronto, the bus had to stop at the Scarborough Town Centre, and I got off. (Dad was kind enough to pick me up!)

After talking with some friends and family about his ordeal, it seems that every other mom could have told me that 3 hours on the bus with a 12 week old was a bad plan. It seems that I’m chronically over-optimistic ( as in, under-dressing for the weather, or way under-estimating how long something will take.)

Oh well.  Even if I’m overly optimistic, I’d rather be the type of person who takes risks, even if it doesn’t always work out.