Once upon a time, we were planning to move. I had just had a baby and my hubby was an over the road driver. Every weekend, we'd head down south 2 hours to spend time with him in the new apartment we were slowing moving into. Having just had a baby, my bio clock was waaaay off and sleep was a coveted thing for me.
It was on the drive home that my body was wrung dry of sleep and my hubby suggested that I stay and let the kids miss school that Monday; it was Sunday evening. Not wanting them to miss, I decided to drive anyway.
I fought Mr. Sandman throwing grit into my eyes from the time I left, and about an hour and a half into the drive, I started nodding! My 14 year old son, sitting shotgun, had the strongest impression to look at me. Strange that a teenager would even care to look at me when he could be playing on my cell, right?
Well, as it turns out, he caught me with my eyes closed.
"Mom!" he said, clutching my arm. I opened my eyes and saw that we were heading into the V where the exit ramp splits from the highway and it was buffered by a bunch of orange construction barrels. I gasped (I only had about 3 seconds to make a choice), and swerved into the exit ramp and safely got off.
How lucky we were that no one was behind us. How idiotic it was for me to *not* listen to my hubby and kids to stay one more night.
As I write this, I feel shame that I didn't listen to everyone when they urged me to stay, but my drive to get my kids home for school the next day overwrote it all. I will never again feel bad to miss school if it comes right down to it because my family comes first!