It's official: I'm a mom

This weekend we traded in my sporty, black SUV for this contraption called a mini-van.  (sigh)  I knew this day way coming, but still, I don't think I fully had my brain wrapped around the idea.  I cried when I drove out of the lot.  I spotted 4 more just like it on my way home.  It's practical, I know.  Cheaper payments, yes.  That's all fine and well, but my ego and sense of "me" took a huge hit.  When I would leave for work of a morning dressed in my business attire, I felt as if my vehicle fit me.  Now, I walk out to the garage and think, "This doesn't match."  When I drove my SUV, I could run to Target by myself and still feel like I had 5 minutes of "just Lindsay" even if I did have 2 empty carseats in the back.  But now, even if I'm by myself, my car screams, "Watch out! There's a mom coming through!"  My status changed from "Lindsay & Mom" to "Just Mom".  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I love being a mom, but I also like having a smidge of just me left, even if that was in the vehicle I drove.  So many friends have told me that I will love driving this thing, but I have my serious doubts.  I already don't like the things I'm supposed to love about it, like power-sliding doors.  No thanks.  I move faster than they do and they take up a whole lot of space on the side when open.  I could go on and on, but I'll wrap it up.  I can just imagine you forming a really negative impression of me the more you read of my pettiness.  It's ok.  I'd probably do the same if I read this post on someone else's blog.

Dramatic?  Yep, you better believe it.