No dirty mind that’s not what I mean.
What I am talking about is something that routinely makes me giggle-so much so that I’ve probably written about it here before.
It all started because I went to Vegas last weekend and in anticipation of so many kid free days, I made a playlist for my iPod that contained all sorts of adult only songs. This is the music that I love-especially in the car. Back in the day I would just drive-aimlessly so that I could listen to music loud and ponder life.
However, I don’t get much chance to drive now where anymore and ever since the oldest turned two and started paying attention to lyrics, I don’t have the luxury of jammin‘ out in my vehicle.
I have gotten caught one too many times, either lost in my own head where I am visualising myself carefree on a dance floor or just thinking- I can listen to just this one song, there is no way they could decipher These lyrics, when I hear from the back, “mom, what does pimpin‘ mean?” or my personal favorite, ” why is Jeremy grabbing the recess lady’s breast?”
Ooops. Lesson learned.
But this weekend, my Vegas mix was full of favorites from the last 15 years. It was fantastic. Oh how I’ve missed you Dre, Luda, Marshall and Eddie. I enjoyed you so much I might have even sung out loud (and definitely seat danced) on the plane. My apologies United flight 749.
Let me fast forward to why I am giggling.
I was barely off my Vegas girl-without-a-care high when I had to drive 90 minutes to a meeting Tuesday night.
Since I again found myself alone in the car, I plugged in the iPod car adapter and turned it up as loud as it could go. I took particular joy in driving right past signs for the Holland Tunnel exit while Jay Z and Alicia Keys were singing about The Empire State.
There I am-dressed up (lipstick and all) feeling pretty good and rested and… alright, I’ll admit it-thinking I’m pretty darn cool, when we suddenly screech to a stop for a traffic back up.
I look to my left and see the man in the car next to me just staring and not in a “you’re cool” way. No, his smirk said more like “aww cute little lady forgot who she was for a second”.
It occurred to me after I pulled away that I was full on convertible-top-down-on-the-drive-to- spring-break-with-my-girls-singing and dancing, to a song that they normally reserve for clubs with names like Eye Candy (or college dorm rooms). Yet there I was, suit jacket on in my…Dodge Mini Van…that is filthy and actually has milk splashed across the doors from an accidental pour out the window months ago.
That’s funny. That’s laugh out loud funny (and I don’t mean LOL-I mean spell the sh** out-funny).
I wish I could say it hasn’t happened before. But is has. I am sure it will again. What can I say? I am a slave to my music. Right now, I’ll take it because for a few minutes, every now and then I get to feel cool. At least until I come to a traffic stop.
P.S. Looking for more parenting guidance and tips for self-care? Check out From Chaos to Calm a guided training to help you feel better in this tough season.