He knows I wasn’t happy. He knows that although I knew it was the right thing to do, I wasn’t happy. I’ve been so smugly happy with my stereotype busting four wheel drive, four door pick-up truck that I couldn’t imagine driving something as matronly as a minivan. I drive a big truck. In heels! Unfortunately, there were several times when I was put on stand by that I might have to pick up the baby from daycare. That would have meant driving home to get the carseat then back to get the Muffin because keeping a carseat in the truck would have impacted the space for dogs.
|Me, the baby Ray and our truck|
So, we traded in my beloved Fernando so that the hubby would have the best vehicle for his job and I inherited the minivan. And I was bitter, until I rigged this puppy cart out and made it our own.
|Riding in style!|
|Room for all!|
So, yeah, when I saw how much comfy room there was for everyone, I mellowed slightly and resigned myself to being a Pittievan Mama, at least for awhile.