Spontaneous mama thoughts: I was driving home this evening. Such a beautiful evening; windows rolled down and for once I wasn’t listening to the Wiggles (it’s embarrassing that I can recite every song). Suddenly a tune came on that just had me jamming. I turned up the volume (figuratively this time) and just jammed away. And even though I have my trusted “baby on board” sign proudly displayed, psh, that didn’t stop me. I couldn’t remember the last time I did this. And I was notorious for blasting my music in my car in my adolescent years. So much so, my dad bought me a whole new sound system for my first car. Weird how he agreed to that, but that’s besides the point. Seriously, what a liberating feeling it was tonight. . It was a serene evening with just me, myself, and my music. It could’ve been a lot different because my car almost failed to start on the way back home...but she pulled through and so did I, and here we are, feeling all fuzzy about life. . Anyone share the same sentime...