I thought my mini-van days were behind me...I was wrong!
When my second son was born, my husband (aka MEANIE) talked me into getting a mini-van. And at some point during the car buying process, I convinced myself that it was "cool." I think I was blinded by the newness of the car, the "new car" smell, the side-curtain air bags, the space...and then I woke up. I drive a mini-van and I'm 29 years old. And not one of the souped-up mini-vans with the doors that open as if by magic, with built in entertainment, leather seats that will repel spilled milk. Nope. Just a plain old mini-van.
This past June, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel...my lease was almost up. I can finally have a "cool mom" car and I'm still in my 30s. Not bad, not bad. But then "Meanie" came along, too bad.
"It's in our best interest to buy out our lease," he said. "We will be able to sell it in a year," he said. "Pretty soon our sons will be out of car seats and you can get a smaller car," he said. Blah, blah, blah. He doesn't care, he doesn't drive it. He doesn't even like to drive it when we go on our occasional "date nights." What does that tell you?
So, I'm still a "soccer mom" van driver.....maybe I'll just go buy a sweatshirt with a teddy bear on it and call it a day.