Was that ever a cool thing? I have a feeling from watching old movies and hearing stories of days gone past that it was. Yet somehow I think the coolness resulted from adventurous and risque type behaviors, not the lingering biding time type I’m about to share with you.

It’s quite humorous to me how our perspectives and needs have shifted drastically. In my rational mind (which these days is a small fraction of the whole) it seems normal to rejoice in being close to one’s destination. For example, I need to go grocery shopping and the grocery store is down the hill and to the left, a ten minute ride. Or I need some random items, perfect, Target is only three minutes tops!!! But no, our car rides have much bigger purpose and take much longer than the close proximity allows. I don’t remember the last time I took a direct route anywhere with my toddlers in tow.

These days it’s about getting them to calm down, getting them to nap, or getting a moment to clear my mind. And so we often drive nowhere in particular despite often having a clear destination and agenda. I am also known to stand outside the car for long periods of time doing the following things: diapering, holding a bottle and feeding, finding dropped toys, adjusting seats and/or buckles, putting on shoes and/or coats, and on the rare unfortunate occasion cleaning up expunged bodily err, material. These things that I do, while standing outside the car, I do in all weather conditions, just to mention. It isn’t my first choice to live out of the car in this way but it certainly is a functional and practical way to navigate through our day. The alternative would be to go home every fifteen minutes or so.

It is also not unusual for me to sit in my car in my own driveway, barely breathing to let sleeping babes lay. As a matter of fact that’s where I am right now, in my car, in my driveway, writing. Should they wake, I will drive around the neighborhood, stopping along the way, only to move in increments when they shift or shuffle. So what if my neighbors think I’m a deranged lunatic, at least my girls are napping. To me that’s worth the possible reputation of Creepy-Creeperson.

As the saying goes, for us very literally,it’s truly about the ride and not the destination. I’ve become so experienced in this tactic of parking-lot hopping that I actually have a couple “circuits” to choose from depending on whether one or both are sleeping and how long it may take the other to sleep if they are not. Is this normal? I don’t know, but it seems to be for us.

Oh yeah, and for all of you out there who have kids that ask for naps and gently crawl into their cribs/ beds…I have nothing nice to say to you…at all. {Except maybe you’re lucky, congratulations, and enjoy}