I'm not one of the cool kids anymore. Oh, who am I kidding? I never was one of the "cool" kids... though I suppose there were a few years where I thought I was one, and even now some days when I need a reminder that I'm not....

which brings me to yesterday.

I had an appointment which wasn't terribly child friendly, so Hubby took care of the little ones while I was out and about. It was the first time since the baby's arrival where I was driving my car without at least one of the boys with me.

The weather was beautiful here, so I had the windows down and the sun roof open.

No kids in the backseat meant I could listen to music not written for toddlers, so I dug out an old favorite CD and popped it in, cranking up the volume.

So there I was driving down the road, windows down, hair blowing, music blaring noisily from the car speakers... when I remembered I'm not cool.... not even a little bit.

Frankly, I'm sure I looked ridiculous.

I drive a dusty ten-year old Chrysler with two car seats in the back. I just had a baby, and anyone looking at me would not be surprised to hear it. The music I listen to is not current or popular. Basically, I'm a dork. A thirty-seven year old Mom-dork in an old car, listening to old music that impresses nobody.

But, then I thought about it and I decided that I don't care. I may be a Mom-dork of epic proportions, but I'm a happy one. I have so much to be thankful for, and at the top of that list is the family I drove home to.


  1. From one mom-dork to another, I think you're pretty darn cool. :)



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