Where did I leave off ?……Oh right…I did a kind act for my child and was rewarded with my “mom car” blowing up.
The “check engine” light is flashing, a dinging noise is chiming repeatedly and another symbol is lit up on the dashboard which (a quick perusal of my car manual tells me) means essentially “Run for your life!”
So what did I do?
I drove home. I was so close – I had to do it.
I arrived home without the car blowing up.
I was near hyperventilation. The kids were still crying about Superman.
The “mom car” had to go in the shop for repairs. This hellish week of back-to-school and my husband’s crazy schedule, we couldn’t have only one car. My husband borrowed someone’s car and let me use his.
It was glorious.
His car is nothing fancy. But for starters, it’s a car and it’s not red. It’s pretty fast and it has a leather interior and heated seats.
He watched me as I was getting acclimated, adjusting the seat and changing the mirrors. I looked up at the rearview mirror and remembered that I can possibly get some tanning done in this vehicle. I started thinking I should just keep this as my car.
“Look you even have a skylight in here!! It’s not fair!” I said pouting.
He looked at me with disgust.
“Ok – at least get the lingo right – It’s a sunroof.”
“Oh right – apparently my “mom car” is making me stupid……I am keeping this for my car now, you can have mine.” I said matter-of-factly.
I think he didn’t really take me seriously the first day. But by the end of the 10- day period of time that my car was in the shop, I had a new lease on life and there was absolutely no way I was giving him his car back.
I can feel my youth in his car. I am lower to the ground than I have been in 6 years. It’s not depressing and sad like my “mom-car.” I don’t chug along dropping kids off at school or going to the store.
I zip to the store in my sporty little car. I open the skylight and crank up the music. I don’t have room for more than 3 kids and a stroller can’t even fit in the trunk if I tried.
Not to mention that I have paid my dues in the offensive automobile department. My father gifted me with my first car which was a powder blue Chrysler Holiday. It was mortifying and ruined my life for a short period until I totaled it
on purpose in a horrible accident – (but everyone was ok thank goodness.)
I actually couldn’t even find a picture of this ridiculous hunk of shit - but this is the closest image I could find – just to give you an idea of what my Dad thought would be appropriate for his daughter to drive to a New England prep school where all the children drove BMW’s.
After that I used my father’s Ford Taurus station wagon to get around for a while until he replaced my “Holiday” with a Mercury Topaz from the 80′s.
After that I spent a few years driving a red Ford Escort, and then finally got a little sporty car that I liked.
Guess what happened when I paid off that car and was loving life?
I had a baby and spent the next 6 years rocking a “mom-car.”
One day when we were fist-pumping (through the sunroof!!!) to the music, with the wind from the open window blowing my hair – Michael asked “Mommy when are you getting your car back?”
I turned down the radio – “This is my car.” I answered.
“No it’s not!” he said. I stopped at a light and looked back at both kids.
“Yes it is – and do you seen how clean and luxurious it is? Do you see how it seems as if the person who owns this car has no children?” I asked.
They both nodded their heads “yes.”
“Ok – it’s going to stay that way. No more eating in the car. No more leaving Lego guys and itty-bitty GI Joe guns and loose crayons in the car. I want this car to always seem like there are never any kids in it….Got it?”
They agreed to this.
By the time my car came back from the shop – my husband had resigned himself to driving the “mom-car” full-time.
Next step – making the full swap of the cars. Out came the shop-vac and garbage bags and my husband went to work cleaning out the “mom-car.”
It didn’t go well.
“This is disgusting, how could you live like this?” he said several times throughout the day.
“This car has been with me for some rough years!! Children have grown up in it! They have eaten and barfed and pooped in it! Your car is so nice because you only had children in it like twice. Drive a mile in my mom-car shoes and then we will talk, and I am sorry I didn’t have time to “Armor-all” the car – because I was busy BREASTFEEDING!!!”
Whenever I need to defend myself – I usually try to work in the breastfeeding and then I automatically win the argument. Even though I haven’t breastfed in 3 1/2 years – it actually is still effective!!
Finally I took my lipglosses and sunglasses and any other essentials and gave him his cologne and EZ PASS and we were swapped! I felt such a weight off of my shoulders.
And really it is for the best. If I don’t nip this in the bud right now – I could end up in one of those things for the rest of my life! I could be bringing them to college in a van!! I could be picking them up and 32 friends from the movies!!
That wouldn’t be good for my mental health.
Why should I drive a “mom car?” Haven’t I done enough?
It’s not enough that I am permanently fat and unpleasant?
I have to wake up everyday and get into some sort of red mini-van that’s filled with smashed up goldfish, sand, and toys?
I don’t have a dog.
I don’t have 4 children.
Why am I driving this thing again?
Oh right …..I’m not.
It was hurting my feelings – and I feel much better now.
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