For the first few years of motherhood, I became nearly obsessed with the concept of drive-through.
It didn’t start off that way. I lugged my first baby around with me everywhere and really didn’t mind taking his carrier with me when I had to. If he was asleep, my left bicep and shoulder got a workout. If he was awake, he was strapped to me, in my arms, or (later on) walking.
But as we had two and then three kids, the car became something else for us. It was transport to and from preschool twice a day (or more if we forgot something at home). It often felt like the only way to calm a tantrum or initiate simultaneous naps. It was a changing station, closet of sorts, and our little dance party on wheels.