And now…for your driving entertainment

I don’t have a lot of “me” time these days. Maybe that’s my own fault, but that’s a post for another time. When I am able to get away, to run an errand, or *gasp* both kids are in school and I have no obligations to either institution of learning (rare), I like to sing in the car. Loudly. To very inappropriate-for-young-ears music. I am extremely partial to hip-hop and rock because I love to drop the F-bomb and can’t do so when the kids are in the car.

I sing, scream, cry, dance, and lots of other weird things. In fact, I am probably lucky I haven’t been pulled over by cops who fear I am having a seizure. I just have to let it out sometimes, and soft muffled crying into my pillow, or sobbing in the shower doesn’t always cut it. So I just let loose when in the car alone.

I’ve always been a goofy car-singer. Very embarrassing for all involved, because I don’t think I can carry a tune very well. But, it’s still fun. And I recently found that while stuck in traffic with the kids, they think it’s fun too and we have become a vehicle full of crazy car dancers.

I told them that it was hard to be stuck in traffic, but we could make a game out of it, and see who could dance the best in their seat. Or who could sing the most words to “Friend Like You” (um, that would be me–FBB for life!)

Yes, I see the stares. Yes I see the people laughing at me, yes I see those weird looks while stopped in traffic. Whether they are directed at me or not, I’m not concerned. I told the girls that my one goal every day is to make someone else smile or laugh. And if they are stuck in traffic, and see this crazy mini-van mom dancing along to Nicki Minaj or the Phineas and Ferb soundtrack (depending on who is in the car) and it makes them smile or giggle, then hey, I’ve performed a public service.

Because you know seeing a grown-ass woman doing the cabbage-patch behind the wheel of the mini-van is going to make you laugh. In fact, you are probably cracking up right now at the mere thought of it.

You’re welcome.