I want to start this post by clarifying something. When I say car rides I am not talking about a joy ride. This is no ‘you are way to huge to be riding that quarter car and its funny’, ‘let’s go go-carting’ or ‘I won a free ride on a lap car at an Indy Race’. Nope, we are talking good old fashion ‘I have to get in the car to pick up diapers and milk’ car rides.
There may not be anything in the world that as a single man I ignorantly took for granted more than getting in and out of a car. Today, I fantasize about opening one door, getting in and driving away. BUT…
Oh no. That is not how it works for parents. I have 3 children and here is the process for getting in and out of the car.
All this is for a simple trip to the store. Getting out of the car is easier, but still takes an eternity in comparison to the single life. After I head into the store, shop for all the stuff on my wife’s shopping list (which is an entirely new blog post by itself) I then have to repeat this process to get back in the car to leave the store (minus go back inside the house part).
The most recent time I went through this charade I finished in the store, got all the girls back in the car, turned on the engine and my phone vibrated with a text from my wife.