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.

I have:

•  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?

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Here I am 32 and accidentally a mother of three, naturalista, wife, business woman, budding socialite and self proclaimed “runnergirl”. Follow me on my journey of living the fab life while trying to maintain my sanity. In 2010 I lost over 30 pounds by embracing exercise and running as a pastime. This is your place for everything it takes to be a BossyGirl .

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