Raise your hand if you feel like you are always in your car? Yep. Me too. Like it or not, a car is mom’s second home.
About four years ago, we bought our first new car in a decade.
At the dealership, our salesman asked who was getting the new car.
I immediately replied, “I do.”
My husband looked at me and said: “When do I get the new car?”
I don’t know what look I gave him, but it got the point across.
He quickly followed up by saying “I guess you are in the car more than I am.”
One day I might keep a log of the hours I spend in the car. But honestly, I’m not sure if I want to know.
Her Car is Mom’s Second Home
As much as I hate it, my car is my second home. I spend countless hours driving kids back and forth to activities, running errands, and driving my parents to doctor appointments.
I think I spend as much time just sitting and waiting in my car as I do driving it.
Hours and hours of time spent waiting. Mostly in little 15 minute intervals that don’t give me the time to accomplish anything.
God bless the moms who had kids in the band before there were cell phones. Even now, with my geographically challenged daughter, I usually sit in the parking lot for at least 30 minutes waiting for her after football games.
My daughter will get her driver’s license on her 16th birthday. No waiting until she is older like her brother.
I’m looking forward to quitting my chauffer job and turning the keys over to her.
Husbands, please let your wife drive the new car. Afterall, her car is mom’s second home.
Read all 50 pieces of advice I shared in honor of my 50th birthday.