Mommy Bloggers: Sing out Loud! Sing out Strong!

We've all been in the position. You're in your car. You forget that your windows are not actual shields from the outside world. You get lost in the realm of your own little reality.

And you begin to sing. Out loud. Very loudly.

Now, very few people can pull this off and look good doing it. Most of us look like we are just contorting our faces in time to the music. Others look as if they are escapees from Bellevue. Granted, there may be one or more people out there who can pull it off. (No, not you. Don't even think it could be you. You know better.)

So, here is my evening. I finally escaped the quarantine of my home to go get medicine. (Oh yeah, my big night out is filled with excitement and adventure.) I am scanning the radio stations. I am alone in the car (a rarity in itself), so I turn the volume up way high. (You know you do it, too. Don't judge me.)

Now, I am not going to sit here and tell you I had some really great song on or that I was listening to something that would not totally embarrass me. (Nope, no Toadies here. Nope.) I stopped at "You're So Vain". And started to sing.

Now, I don't care who you are, unless you are Carly Simon in concert, you're not going to look cool singing this song out loud at the top of your lungs. (No. Not even you.)

Yeah, you know where this is going.

So, I look over to the car beside me. They look back.

This is what they see: A worn out thirtysomething mom in her sweats with her hair pulled back, no make-up. Car seat in the back seat. PTA lanyard (complete with PTA badge attached to it) hanging from my rearview mirror. (No. I don't think that is cool. I am just such a scatter-brain, I forget to grab it when I go to the school. And they are very serious about you wearing your badge anytime you are in the school. It is to save myself trips home, people. I know it is dorkish and rather pathetic. We don't really need to discuss it, do we? I didn't think so.) You know it baby... they see the total embodiment of coolness. Oh, did I mention that my window was halfway down, too.

This is what I saw: Two studly twentysomething guys in their sports car staring back in wonderment and shock. (And maybe fear. I can't be sure. It was dark out and all.)

I have several options here.

I can pretend I wasn't singing and looking like all that. But, really, is that an option? We all know that I was busted.

I can laugh it off and shrug. Admitting I was caught in a most embarrassing situation. Roll up my window and pray to myself that the light changes very quickly.

Or I can do what a mom cooped up in a house too long with sick kids and who is not thinking clearly would do.

Oh yeah, I looked over at them. Winked. And said, "Hey baby. How you doin'?" In my best cheesy pick-up line way. Then gave then one of those completely pathetic, air-kisses.

I wish I had a picture of their faces. Was it fear? Was it shock? Was it dismay? I am not sure, but it was pretty damn funny!

I think they may have left skid marks on the pavement when the light changed green.

Me? I laughed so hard I almost couldn't drive!

I am all that!

Sing out Loud! Sing out Strong!

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