I love my truck. It allows me to transport my 3 rug rats back and forth to school, soccer games, and to social functions without being cramped up. We can comfortably take trips cross country without feeling squished for space. Heck, I can even stretch my legs and take a nap in my truck and not feel sore and achy all over afterwards. But on the flip side of having a super big truck comes the crazy ‘ish I manage to do it in. Case in point…
This afternoon I was waiting on my son to finish his soccer game, when the two little ones started acting out. Knowing my only release was going to be in my car, I quickly got them seated in their seats and we began to listen to music. As soon as we got into the truck I heard the infamous, “Mommy I have to pee!” Instead of the pleas getting quieter, they got louder so I knew this wasn’t one of their attempts to get out of the car- they were for real. I looked around..there were people all out on the field so I couldn’t sneak them into the woods to relieve themselves. There was port-a-potty on the field but the smell alone made me say,”hell no!” I thought about driving up the street to a gas station but the thought of using a restroom where every Tom, Tina and Harry had used made me gag so I had to think quick. I looked around my truck and all I could see was a cup from a previous Chick Fil-A visit. So I did what EVERY good mother would do– I improvised.
I made my son (who’s 2) use the restroom in it. I disposed of it and then had my daughter (who’s 4) do the same. I wasn’t proud of that moment but it made me realize that my truck was more valuable then I ever thought. I was able to let them use the restroom without anyone seeing anything! When I got finished disposing the “evidence”, I began to think about all the previous crazy things I’ve done in (or for) my truck.
- transported over 6 adults cross country through 3 states, 3 screaming kids and a boatload of luggage.
- argued with the auto department in Wal-Mart and where to install my two new tires. They attempted to tell me something that I knew wasn’t right so I had to show them I was not stupid and they finally admitted they were wrong.
- hidden treats all through out the truck in case the kids get hungry when we’re “out in the streets”..
- taught my “heavy foot” niece how to drive in it..
- served dinner in my truck when we’re stuck at practice and the kids are hungry
- changed numerous diapers and soiled clothes in it.
- transported some of my children from school in it.
- spilled a drink in it and when my husband asks about the stain, suddenly got amnesia
- cracked up laughing at my local radio stations VJs and accidentally spit water all over the place
- brushed, combed and yelled at my hair (all at read lights, of course)
- applied makeup once I’ve looked in the rear view mirror and realized I looked a “mess”
- attempted to paint my toes while waiting for my son to get out of school
- yelled at some random high school students who refused to move faster crossing the street
As you can see..I do some crazy ‘ish in my truck; however, there’s no judgement from me (or you, I hope). But what about you? What have you done that’s crazy in your truck/car/van?