“Hey, how are you today?” I sweetly sing. I make an attempt at opening my sleep deprived eyes as wide as my smile. “Good,” he smiles back amicably, but I can see that my fairly clean teeth do not over shadow my sweat matted hair. I press on, undaunted, and shamelessly flirt with this man […]
You know that in The Garden State, we spend a lot of time with the kids in the car. We eat in there, reconnect with our kids while driving, listen to them chattering with friends as we bring friends over for playdates. Kids fall asleep in the car, negotiate with us to get their music over the stereo, leave personal effects in the backseat (books, toys, headbands, artwork) as do you (lipstick, phone recharger, perfume). The car becomes an extension of home.