When we had to move from a “regular car” to a minivan, I had a crisis of vanity.
Minivans just screamed “mom”.
Then someone pointed out that yes, minivans screamed “mom”, but so did the children following me around everywhere.
So I embraced the horror of the minivan and got on with my life.
Then the minivan died at the very top of Avon Mountain on the hottest day of summer almost two years ago, and so we just extra embraced the extra horror and got a full sized van to replace it.
It takes a woman secure in her identity to drive around in one of those babies, I’ll tell you.
Also, a shocking lack of fear helps too.
And yes, it’s every bit as crazy inside the van as you would imagine, as this video shot while Ken and Lotus were taking their sweet time in the Stop and Shop getting provisions for Easter dinner, leaving me locked in the mobile prison for the criminally insane demonstrates: