Thursday 9 September 2010

Yet Another Really Genius Idea



Work went well today. I was nervous. I almost cried when the Doctor told me, to allay my nerves, that "you will be ok Mummy. I felt nervous on my first day too, and then the next day I made some friends and I felt much better. You will be ok. Kids and grown-ups can feel nervous too!"

Man. I love that little dude.

And while on the drive to work, stuck in traffic, stuck in traffic so bad I read half the paper before I got there, I devised a super-fantastic idea.

Listen up. Listen up real good.

You know those T2 and T3 lanes? The ones that I never know if I can drive in if I have two children in the back? The ones I avoid because I worry the two smalls don't make up two people? Yes. (Well can I??) Those ones? Well I have a really super fantastic plan, and basically, you are going to totally dig it and when we next go to the polls, you can vote for me for PM because this is SOLID GOLD! Bobby Katt will make me Cat in the Hat-a-licious!

What if we made those lanes for parents commuting? They could be PC lanes. Parents Commuting lanes. I know. Controversial. I'll polarise you yet. Because what I am about to say is going to make you smash your fist on your keyboard, throw your laptop out the window and swear at me. But I am PottyMouthMama. Hear me roar. Grrr.

You can only use these lanes if your children are under school-age, or you have a wee little baby who won't stop wah-ing, or if you're in a rush to get to your child ie little Tommy won't eat his devon sandwiches because he has a piece of Lego stuffed up his nose. Or if your teenage child has set fire to the school oval and you have to stop drop and roll to put the damn thing out. He's naughty like that. You can not use this lane if your children are above a certain age.. Let's say 17. We don't want those lanes congested with 70+ year olds taking a leisurely drive two suburbs away to visit John-John Jnr, not when I need to get to work peeps!

Do tell me what you think, because I am expecting MENSA to back me up on this, to send me a little jaunty MENSA crown and to crown me a GENIUS. Or alternatively, I could stick to my day job. Now that I have one.

PS - I think I've linked to this clip before. But I lover it all up. So you'll just have to sit tight and suffer in your jocks.

11 comments:

Mon Alisa Design said...

Oh how I wish I had that option when I lived in Sydney!

Little Paper Trees said...

funny lady - what about passengers (or drivers) that act like children? x

Lis said...

What a gorgeous kid. Yay for the first day xx

Kat said...

My fiances sister got pulled over for driving in a t2 lane with her daughter because she was too short and the police couldn't see her in the car until the stopped her. They let her go without a fine though.

Cass said...

I've been told you can drive in those lanes with kids but I've always dropped my kids at school/pre-school before I'm on my way to work so I support your idea of Parents with Kids lanes. It would certainly save me lots of time

[Good Mum Hunting] said...

I do love the Transit lanes.

Parenting lanes would be brilliant too. They would be full of 4WD's and people movers though ;)

Bec said...

I wish sometimes that disabled parking spots could also be used for Mums with little newborns or super pregnant ladies.

teddybearswednesday said...

SO glad and happy your first day went well. Love that DR he is a gem xo

Bronwyn said...

I Want a Swagger Wagon!!

Anna Bartlett said...

Have just watched the whole swagger wagon series. Fantastic! Loved them. Now I'd better get the eggs I promised the kids for breakfast. Well, it's only 9.30. And I don't even HAVE a real job. Seriously glad yours is working out and good news about Dad staying home. My husband also did that for a year when my 2nd was 3.

Stacey said...

I think there should be a lane for good drivers - people that know the rules, that don't apply lipstick when the lights are red and then don't realise they've turned green, people that can keep their car straight and in one lane. That pretty much rules out most of the people I see on my commute meaning I will get to work a good 15 minutes sooner.