I usually feel a vague sense of guilt for owning and driving my minivan. I keep thinking I need a smaller car with better gas mileage.
But then there are days like yesterday when I am supremely glad that I drive the big ol' bus.
I got into a car accident yesterday with the kids in the car. The guy who hit us was going pretty fast (probably 30-35 mph), and ended up going right up under my van. It was horribly scary, but we are all okay. My van is okay (just a little damage to the muffler, I gotta get it checked out to see if there are other problems), and though the kids were scared they are fine. I am a little stiff and sore from getting bumped around, but am sure I will be fine.
The other guy's car? Not so good. The whole front end was totally messed up. I kept thinking that if I would have been driving a little disposable car like he had, maybe the kids and I would have been hurt more, or the car would have been un-drivable.
So I am glad that I have a big ol' beast, and that there were Girl Scout Cookies sitting in the back seat. After all, nothing calms frightened kids better than a cookie....