It makes you crazy
The mad June rush seems to be over. Dog and I are having toast. He likes whole wheat with real butter. He turns up his nose at the birdman bread with Smart Balance that I subject myself too. He's having water, I'm having coffee, which I need to wake up enough so that I can walk him, though that might not happen if I get distracted by the odd jobs that are lining themselves up around the house while I'm typing this. He is already sitting forlornly by the window.
Too bad the heat index is going to be in the hundred's today--I'd take him with me to Home Depot to pick up supplies. But I'm not stupid enough to leave him out in the parking lot.
This woman, however, can't say the same:
Brain-fried mom in hot water after leaving baby in scorching car
Park Slope, ah yes, I remember it well. I lived there in the early 90's. I had a guy pull a knife on me at the laundromat around the corner from our apartment once because he said I was using too many dryers. I hear it's been gentrified since then, but I doubt it's gentrified enough to leave a two-year-old sleeping in a vehicle unattended.
Too bad the heat index is going to be in the hundred's today--I'd take him with me to Home Depot to pick up supplies. But I'm not stupid enough to leave him out in the parking lot.
This woman, however, can't say the same:
Brain-fried mom in hot water after leaving baby in scorching car
Park Slope, ah yes, I remember it well. I lived there in the early 90's. I had a guy pull a knife on me at the laundromat around the corner from our apartment once because he said I was using too many dryers. I hear it's been gentrified since then, but I doubt it's gentrified enough to leave a two-year-old sleeping in a vehicle unattended.