Since Ben is out of town for the weekend (golfing in St. George with three of his buddies... booooo), I had to fend for myself for dinner tonight. I briefly considered eating a bowl of cereal for dinner, but since I had already eaten cereal for breakfast and lunch today, I figured that I should change it up for dinner tonight. Cause I'm a rebel like that. I loaded Dylan in his car seat and headed to In-N-Out in Orem. I hadn't been to the Orem In-N-Out yet, so I figured that now would be a good time. Nevermind that it was about 20 minutes until Dylan's naptime.
Things got real ugly, real quick. So here we are, sandwiched in the drive thru with no way to pull forward or reverse, when Dylan starts to have a massive meltdown. Massive. Absolutely sobbing, making noises that I've never heard him make... I felt terrible! There really wasn't anything that I could do, other than pray that he would be able to stop crying and fall asleep. I love my little man and I hate to hear him get so upset. The crying lasted about 10 minutes (long enough for me to get close to tears- I felt like such a crap mom for letting him wail away in the back seat) before he finally settled down and fell asleep. Poor baby.