Also because I'm slightly insane, I decided on Monday that come hell or high water I am trading in my little car. Right now I drive a Cobalt, and it is just big enough for me and the two boys. If you try and add someone in the front seat though, forget it. Your chair has to be completely forward and upright, and it's just really uncomfortable. When Hubs' car started acting funny a couple months ago and we had to cram into mine for a trip out to dinner, I was a miserable grouch the entire way because I couldn't get comfortable. For whatever reason I'd held off on the pressing need for a trade-in until I got an email about great interest rates on Monday morning, and it was like a dam broke. I was on the phone with my car dealership an hour later, and made an appointment to get my car appraised in the shop within six hours. By hour eight I had selected a pre-owned minivan, and committed my not-even-written-yet paycheck to the cause. Yep. Of course, I'm not a complete idiot, and since I know next to nothing about cars I did not purchase my "dream van" that day. So this Friday we are scooting up to the dealership, and hopefully my amazing and wonderful husband will be approving this purchase. A respectable four days from when I decided to trade in my youth and energy to become an official minivan mom. And I'm not even the least bit sorry about it. I've actually been having reoccurring dreams about the glorious amount of trunk space and how easy it will be getting the boys in and out and keeping them rear-facing longer.
Sometimes adulthood sneaks up on you, but this time it feels like I ran out and grabbed it.