Driving a minivan is like gaining 300 lbs overnight.

Suddenly it takes three times the effort to get out of the driveway, look over your shoulder and actually start driving. Your (ok, my) feet can’t reach the petals until mass adjustments occur, and you no longer fit in the sneaky side parking spots at Target, or even the regular open spots next to the cart return.

Driving a minivan is a massive experience that I do not enjoy.

I’m still waiting to hear about the TOMSUE-mobile’s fate and hoping it is still alive and that we will reunite. But whenever that sad day comes when we have to part ways, I am definitely not buying a minivan.