Most have us have been there before.
Wrapping up work on a Friday night so you can get home, unwind and then blow off your nightly chores and routines to get out of the house with your significant other for some fun. There's something about stepping out of the front door without dragging along the 100 lb. carseat and a 50 lb. diaper bag that makes you feel young and free.
And, if you're like us, you get out the door and have to decide between taking your sportage or the minivan.
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| NOT our van...but what if.... |
It's become an understood rule for me and my husband that on date nights, we take the sportage. These are our nights to feel young, sleek, and sexy. Just to give you an idea of how much we associate personalities with cars, you should know that the red sportage is named "Fiona" and our Honda Odyssey (the minivan) is named "Homer" (get it? Homer?).
Back to date night - we're already smiling at each other and making jokes as we get to the sportage. My ever-chivalrous husband opens my door for me. I sit and wait for him to join me on the other side, admiring how much moisture God can physically pack into a molecule of oxygen in such ridiculous heat.
He gets in and cranks on the car and we both turn to each other and remember that the car needs more freon for the air conditioning to work. This means that in order to keep from looking like a hot and sweaty mess on our date......we would have to take the minivan.
| WISH we had this excuse. |
True story: We recently bought this tough-mother of a van after Scott wrecked his car a few months ago. Minivans were the best deals we could find for the amount of space - and after cramming an entire nursery into two cars last Thanksgiving, it made total sense.
We bought the minivan, and of course, my response is, "What the hell happened to my life?"
While my husband is thinking, "This. Is. AWESOME!"
How do I know he's thinking this? Because #1. He volunteers to drive it all the time (before the AC in the other car ran out of freon). And #2. He bought a little stick-figure family to put on the back of it. He has obviously embraced the minivan stereotype. I'm still working up to it, though the AC situation is helping.
So we look at each other, both knowing our only option.
I'm telling you, nothing sucks the fun out of the date night than driving everywhere you go in your family's workhorse vehicle. I mean seriously, we could hear the stroller banging around in the back and we kept finding rogue diaper bag items roaming everywhere.
And of course, instead of ignoring all these things and pretending we're in some sort of hot rod, we make comments and joke about it the whole time:
"Well, this feels sexy"
"Wanna take a 'stroll'?"
I might as well have just gone out wearing sweat pants and a pony tail.
Even more disappointing was coming out of watching Iron Man 3 to find the minivan (with the stick people family on the back) in the parking lot. Aw yeah....'cause we're cool like that.
Ultimately, I would not recommend this for a date night, simply because you still don't feel like you're getting away for a few hours. However, if you're like us, you make the most of it and have fun anyways.
So I say to you, future-date-night-disasters....bring it.
