First day ever driving Joel alone. 3pm traffic, almost to Lakewood. Busy. Check my rear view mirror, Joel's dazed. Look back at the road. Drive more. Look back again. Joel's in the same position. Not sleeping. Not awake. Not blinking. I say his name to try and get his attention. Nothing. Say it again, "Joel."....still nothing. This time, I yell, "JOEL!" Nothing. Reached behind my seat, grabbed his arm and shook it. No blink, no budge. Dodging traffic, I get from the fast lane to the shoulder in seconds, rip out of my seat belt. Get out of car. Open door. Shake Joel while screaming his name....and he looks up at me...like, "What, mom?" I stood there, staring at him, hand capped over my mouth...loud all around us as cars and trucks and semi-trucks head Southbound. Joel sits up, looks over at his sister. Grabs a toy and claps it together with his hands.
We made it home tonight without any other incidents like this one. I think I'm ready for bed now. Looks like I may be making a phone call in the morning.