The Jeep that kills dreams

This is Husband's Jeep. It is ginormous. The picture really doesn't do justice to the magnitude of giganticness it beholds. One of my best friends is on the small side (she comes to my shoulder and I'm 5'9"). She stood next to the Jeep after Husband purchased it and noticed that the bottom of the door was above her waist and said, "This thing is taller than my v****a!". So perhaps that can give you a visual. Maybe not the right one, though.

ANYWAY... This thing was made to rock crawl. It can climb rocky terrain with ease. I had my first experience as such just a few short days ago.

I have these kids that live across the street from me that, I've gotta be honest, I'm not a fan of. One of them is mean to Bean every single time they encounter, so I tend to avoid them at all costs and send Bean to other friends' houses when he's hankering to play. These kids also leave their crap everywhere. I've found random articles of clothes (socks and shirts being the most frequent), toys, a TV remote and their razor scooters in my yard more times than I can count. All I can say is that I'm thankful I'm only renting this joint until Husband returns from Asia, because if I had to endure this craziness any longer, I might spaz out.

Last Friday evening, I was due to meet a friend for dinner. We'd had plans for at least a month. My two little sisters were going to watch my dudes, but were also due at a family function elsewhere, so I let them take my Xterra where all the car seats are so that they could take the dudes with them. I don't drive the Jeep much. I start it every week so it won't die, but I think I've only driven it once to the gas station since husband deployed. So, this was going to be my first real drive in it since we left our last military base.

Back tracking, I go walking every weekday morning with one of my homies and our kids. After I put Cakes on his bus, I stuff Bean and The Wee into my old, crappy double stroller and we walk for an hour. This stroller sucks. It sucks bad. It squeaks and it always veers to the right even when you're trying to push it straight. I hate this stroller, but I couldn't afford to replace it, so meh... whatever. After each walk, I park this beast (fully assembled) behind the Jeep. This is where the story resumes.

In my hurry to get to dinner, I totally spaced that the stroller was behind the Jeep. I backed out with ease and I did feel as though I was running over something... but it only felt like something the size of a razor scooter. The very scooters that are left in my yard from time to time. As I recounted this story briefly on facebook, I mentioned that I was slightly happy with this because I am, from time to time, a horrible person. I should have gotten out and looked, but my smug attitude kept me rolling. It didn't feel like much at all.

As I leave my driveway and hit the stop sign at the end of my street, a neighbor stops me and points behind me saying, "Is that YOURS?!". I look behind me to see my still fully assembled, mangled double stroller dangling behind me. Yes, yes it is. I couldn't believe that I had not only run it over, but that I'd mistaken it for a freaking razor scooter! How is that even possible?! Well, I assure you, it is.

As you can see, it leans to the left now instead of the right. So much so, that the front right tire no longer touches the ground and it falls over whenever you try. I know it doesn't look as bad in pictures as it does when you try to actually PUSH this thing, but I assure you... it not longer works. Luckily for me, I was able to barter for a used double stroller that actually works even better than this one did before I ran it over.