#Sunday Confessions #inthecar

older photo of the Minimonkey looking fabulous in the car seat

In the car is for us means different for us than most people. I don't drive the truth of the matter is I could and probably should. My sister in law asked me the other day why I don't and it's because a long time ago I had a car accident that shock that shook my confidence.  Later I moved to the Portland metro area after many adventures and paying for a vehicle with insurance and parking or being able to afford housing  was a choice I had to make. The choice I made was selfishly being able to afford to live alone and use public transit.

The nice part is in the car means someone else is driving (ie the hubs). That is our big time of the week usually to talk about what is going on. What we need to do and what steps we need take. Sometimes in the car means a trip for togo and eating on the way to/from work. Or it can mean an in van dance party in the drive thru at dutch brothers while they blast their tunes.

Sometimes in the car means leaning over the carseat and nursing. It has also meant pumping and flashing an innocent Jiffy Lube clerk (see previous blog post).

 It has also meant laughter and jokes with the bigs on the way home or to grandma's house. Sometimes its silly stops for ice cream. Or telling fart jokes. Or even just traveling in grump fashion after the end of a long weekend. We do a lot of talking in the car because well its not like we are going anywhere else. The truth is we do a lot in the car and it's ok because at least we are doing it together.