never, never, never (part 2)

So yesterday I blogged about one of two issues that I've noticed in my life lately. The first one is that I've started listening to country music. Gasp! Not all of the time but occasionally it slips in there. I placed the blame mostly on my husband and I don't feel ashamed to have done so. 
Today I want to address the second, perhaps more serious issue. It is the fact that I am now the less-than-proud owner of a minivan. When Sam and I started talking about having a third child, we knew that our Jeep Cherokee wasn't going to work. Maybe if this was 1975 and kids could ride without car seats or even seatbelts, but it's 2012 and kids have to ride in booster seats practically up until the day they can drive on their own. I'm surprised we don't have adult booster seats yet. But I digress. Three car seats weren't going to fit across the backseat of my Jeep.
So for practicality purposes and ease-of-life, we made the switch to a minivan. I will admit that I love the sliding doors and being able to stand inside to strap the boys in. I love the captain chairs in the 2nd row and all of the extra space.
But none of that changes the fact that it is a minivan. That my car now screams out "I'm a mom!" As if the spit-up on my shirt and the peanut butter on my pants weren't enough. Stupid, practical, convenient minivan. I loathe you!