Friday, October 13, 2006

How I lost my passenger seat

It's Friday near the beautiful southern California coast. Drizzly outside, but the weekend's nearly here, so who can complain? Anyway. I've got to get to my kids' school for an event, so I have exactly 3.2 seconds for a post. As I sped out of the driveway this morning, my coffee, purse and miscellaneous stuff strewn about, it struck me that I've lost my passenger seat. That's the place I always used to--neatly--store the "stuff" that had to come along on the ride for the day. I've lost that special little storage spot to my kids, who are big enough to sit up front, yet young enough to fight over whose turn it is. I lose things now on a regular basis. Like lipstick under the mat, papers shoved between the seat and gear shift, and my cellphone that mysteriously disappears after Pre-teen daughter or Teen-son borrow it (it's not like they don't have their own. sheesh.)

Anyway. I realized today that although it seems like I'm losing my marbles most of the time, it's really just a product of the lost passenger seat. If you're a taxi driving mom, you know what I mean.

Off to school... Rain or shine, have a beachy weekend :)


Chaos-Jamie said...

Oh, no! You mean I'll someday lose that? Better begin planning now. Of course, I drive a minivan so I can invest in a between the seat basket, I suppose.

Trish Ryan said...

We have a giant bowl on our kitchen counter we've designated the "junk bowl." It's amazing how many lip glosses, keys, and "very important" pieces of paper have disappeared into that abyss over the past twelve months!

On the positive side, at least you have your junk bowl with you wherever you go :)

Tracie Nall said...

We actually have this little box that sits on the passanger seat floor board for all of the stuff that the driver wants to "store" works well.