Relationship status should not be the catalyst for change of style or direction, but let’s just face it, it kinda does…especially break up status. Yea, breaking up is hard to do but mostly because you spend so much time and money revamping yourself. You strive to be the you you should have been all along or the you that was lost, but then real life steps in and corrects you just a bit.
I drive a Mom Mobile. Not just because it’s a minivan but also because it houses several things that should not really be in a motor vehicle (belonging to a single lady) unless it’s an Office Depot truck or a food truck. Currently, I have gloves, a wooden box full of rocks, a head band, a soccer ball, two baseball uniforms, a baseball bag, dirty socks (none of which match), food wrappers and art supplies kindly placed in the floor, on the seats or tucked away in whatever compartment the kids felt necessary to stick it in.
I have seen and been a party to other moms Mom Mobiles and they are all the same. Toys, shoes, socks, bags, trash, food, books, paper, mail, sticky stuff in places you would never think sticky stuff to go all accompanied by that sad, pained, helpless look ‘I’m sorry for the mess. If my life actually belonged to me, my car wouldn’t look like this and neither would my hair or clothes for that matter’.
A girlfriend and I went out on a much needed girls night. We were driving around blasting songs like Partition & Flawless…’yonce empowered. When we reached the restaurant, she snatched the volume down to a whisper as we skated past a patio table full of gentleman. We busted out laughing at the silent understanding that no matter how cute we looked we were still parking a minivan.
I can’t change the whip right now. Aside from its obvious gas guzzling capabilities, it’s paid for, it’s roomy & it runs relatively well. I can wash it and clean out the kid debris but that won’t change the slight cringe I get when I get out in a short skirt and high heels. I suppose I should be proud to be riding in the Mom Whip–it is an honorable task I have been given: master the sister/brother arguments over the front seat and the radio, teach sex ed and life lessons on the way to school and deal with others who don’t know how to drive. Mom Mobile to the rescue….and to practice…and to school….and to work….