on sunday, bebe and i had plans to drive down to providence to visit with bebe's buddy ocean and her parents angela and jack. they are making a big move down to DC this week and we were hoping to see them one more time before they go. unfortunately, our plans were foiled by a tanker truck that rolled over on I-95, spilling jet fuel all over the highway and closing it completely in the southbound direction. we didn't learn about this until we were sitting in completely stopped traffic, when i texted josh and he wrote back with the information.
at this point, around 11:30 in the morning, we'd been up for almost 6 hours and bebe had been a fussy, tantruming, crying mess for most of that time. she'd skipped her nap on friday afternoon, slept no longer than usual on friday night, took a short nap on saturday and then stayed up until 10 on saturday night while we visited friends. so at this point, she'd missed six hours of sleep over the past three days and not made up for any of it.
needless to say, it had been a trying morning for both of us. i pulled off the highway at the next exit, along with just about everyone else who was trying to drive south that morning. inching along route 1 in mansfield while bebe screamed in the backseat and i willed myself not to lose it, i spotted a friendly's up ahead. what better way to salvage the day than to take bebe to the favorite restaurant of my childhood for my favorite childhood meal -- a friendly frank!
at this point, around 11:30 in the morning, we'd been up for almost 6 hours and bebe had been a fussy, tantruming, crying mess for most of that time. she'd skipped her nap on friday afternoon, slept no longer than usual on friday night, took a short nap on saturday and then stayed up until 10 on saturday night while we visited friends. so at this point, she'd missed six hours of sleep over the past three days and not made up for any of it.
needless to say, it had been a trying morning for both of us. i pulled off the highway at the next exit, along with just about everyone else who was trying to drive south that morning. inching along route 1 in mansfield while bebe screamed in the backseat and i willed myself not to lose it, i spotted a friendly's up ahead. what better way to salvage the day than to take bebe to the favorite restaurant of my childhood for my favorite childhood meal -- a friendly frank!
it was just what we needed.
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