Oh Crap! Realization of the Day ... Driving

Parents, every once in a while, drive a car without sliding doors, a hatchback, Goldfish crackers on the floor, or car seats in the back. Borrow from a friend, go to a dealership for a test drive, or see what trusting suburbanite left their keys in their car. I don’t know why, but when I get into my husband's new car I feel the need to listen to Hair Nation with the windows down and my Ray-Bans covering my crow’s feet. I guess it makes me feel young to drive around in a sporty car with no kids, listening to loud music. Why Hair Nation? I guess I was listening to that music when I WAS young. So, now, when I know I am leaving by myself in the evening—to play volleyball or join friends for dinner—I intentionally park the minivan in the middle of the driveway so my husband has to park behind me. “Oh, sorry,” I say to him. “I guess I’ll just have to take your car tonight.” I think he’s onto me. For those 20 minutes, though, I feel like I’m in my 20s again. It’s very therapeutic!