My husband should really learn to trust me. To believe what I tell him . . .and to understand that I know my car.
Before switching last week to the Chevy Malibu, I drove a “Big Mama” car. An older model Chevy Suburban . . . to be precise.
It’s big, y’all. . . and this Mama likes big.
I can haul my kids and their ever growing population of toys, my double stroller, and any bags of goodies and groceries I find while shopping around Houston.
Downsizing to a sedan made me nervous. I had visions of cramped quarters — no room for my precious stroller — grocery bags crowding my legs and my access to the gas pedal.
HOW would I fit all of my “necessities” into this (seemingly) little car?
Once I had my hands on the Malibu, some of my fears began to subside. The kiddos and their car seats fit in the back . . . and there is even room for more than one two three five dollies, four puppy dogs, three Dr. Seuss books, two coloring books and a partridge in a pear tree.
(Ok, so — no, I’m not transporting live fowl in the Malibu but with the racket Mr. Boy makes, I might as well be.)
And, even better than the backseat space? The TRUNK space! Yep, it’s spacious too.
Check out everything that we fit in the trunk — with room to spare — while grocery shopping:
Wanna know a little secret Chevy *doesn’t* advertise about this car?
There is no reason for hubbies to use this car as an excuse to get out of chores and “honey-do” lists.
Ok — so maybe Chevy doesn’t know about that little fact, but — believe me — it’s true.
Last week, while we were out running around in the Malibu, Hubby tried to get out of completing a home renovation project with the phrase, “But, I need my truck to haul everything I need to get.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
With utterly graceful determinism, I informed that silly boy that (1) we were not going all the way home to get the truck, (2) the Malibu could hold all of the supplies, and (3) he was completing his project.
Guess what?
The Malibu trunk held the two giant rolls of insulation and the other project supplies. Easily.
Take that, Mr. Hubby. Take that.
This Mama knows her car.
