Swagger Wagon

Thank you very much!

Okay, so I'm glad my van doesn't quite look like THIS, but let's get for real......where is the respect for my van??? I mean, it's not just any 'ole van, it's Momma's Swagger Wagon, it's the taxi of all taxis, it's my Mommy Mobile for goodness sake! You moms know what I'm talking about (Dads too). Forget second homes being beach front property. A second home for today's active family does have 360 degree views, sleeps about 7, and even has a bathroom (okay, don't ask... that might be TMI).... only difference... it has 4 wheels. It's called a VAN! It's crazy how much time we spend in the van just going back and forth... school... sports... rush, rush, rush. And with the rushing to and fro, this usually means eating in the car.

Let me just get right to the point....... since when did the compartment of my passenger car door become a landfill for Pop-Tart leftovers? Since when did it become okay to eat a fry, drop a fry, leave a fry? Since when did it become okay to sip a Capri Sun, squeeze a Capri Sun, and then forget about the Capri Sun container, along with the empty water bottles, Coke bottles, and all of the other crap that kids seem to accumulate. I could darn near open a bookstore right now with all the books, writing pads, and colored pencils stashed behind the seats. And what's up with the jackets, shoes, and blankets? The next time I hear, "I don't have anything to wear," I'm sending them to the van.

I need some swagger in my wagon!