Hot Mess Mommy Express

I'm taking you way back in this moment....to 1998. It was 3rd grade. I was a new student in a new school. Looking back at age eight, I can still remember how difficult the transition was. Difficult until I met...you. We were inseparable with everything in common. The very best of friends. No one could come between us. We were always in our own little world. We liked it that way.  A friendship of that magnitude could never be broken. We grew up together, making memories, with endless laughter, endless conversation and an incredible bond. We were soul mates. It came as no surprise when we were voted "Longest Friendship" by our Senior class. And even less surprising that we decided to go to the same college. We were there for each other's milestones and firsts, highs and lows and when I looked ahead at life ahead, I always saw you by my side. It's been almost 7 years since our friendship came crashing down. I was devastated. Broken. And couldn't understan...

Today's the day. It's the day I've long avoided ever since that March day in 2014 when I learned that not only was I expecting twins, but I also had to part with my beautiful, pearly white Toyota Prius. Now anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely adored that car. Actually "adored" isn't the right word. I was obsessed with my Prius. Call me materialistic. You know what? I am in some ways, but aren't we all?  I left the hospital on that day determined to avoid the minivan. I mean hip moms don't drive minivans, right? Fast forward to a few weeks later when we drove home in our brand new SUV. I wasn't excited to drive that sucker home, even if it was shiny and had new car smell. It wasn't my Prius. It solved the space problem though, or so I thought. That is until our babies actually came, along with all of the STUFF that babies require to leave the house. We quickly learned that the SUV, wasn't going to cut it. Thankfully we leased it....