I know that when little ones act up and out that they need more --
More time --
More from me.
But I've been driving around this block for weeks on end, and the gas light is on and the kids are still screaming in the background and the radio is blaring and there's so much noise in this proverbial car and in my not-so proverbial head that I just can't isolate anything to turn it off for long enough to realize
that I've got to stop for gas, like, ten miles ago.
Because that last fill up for how long I've been driving
can't last for as long as I've been going.
I need an off ramp
with an Oasis
to refuel so much more often
now that the load is filled with
growing boy bodies
and growing miles to trek.
And sometimes, I guess, we just have to put it in park
and watch the sun rise and set*
remembering we didn't have to push the pedal a little further to the metal
for either to happen.
*Super huge thanks to Corinne for reminding me of this awesome truth.