No I am not describing the old adult game of ladies & gentleman or even doing a solo of the chilrens party song. What I am talking about is probably the most time consuming physical activity of our 4 strong household - adapting the soding car seat from the husbands last trip ready for my dash to the supermarket - it is driving us bonkers.
Everytime I managed to get out of the front door on time (which isn't as often as it should be) it always dawns on me that I forgot to allow the extra 5 minutes to fight the 3 year old and 9 month old into their car seats. Once they are safely and occupied I smile of success and then am slapped back into the real world when I drop very unlady like behind the wheel.
It is at this point that the neighbours must be twiching the curtains getting their daily laugh at my expense as there proceeds an arrary of movements that even the best of yoga instructors would love to achieve.
Now the problem is thus. I am a nice 5'2" and the husband a manly 6'2", in most areas of life ie reaching high/low places we complement each other nicely, but in the car department we despise of one another.
I have the seat right forward, him right back, me steering wheel on low height, him highest, me seat belt down, him seat belt up. On last count to I have to make 7 different adjustments to get into the correct driving position after the husband has driven and of course this would be ditto for him.
I am a great lover of the car and gadgets therewithin, I am often found watching repeats of Top gear (except for the one in which a sweaty James May goes for the natural look behind the wheel of a supercar) but come on all you car designers could we please put a little more thought into the car share scenerio.
Every family I know only have one car so there must be thousands of people hit with car rage before they even get off the driveway so is it no one we are all fuming by the time we get to the end of the road.
What we need is a computerised system by which we click on our name on the console and hey presto the car is ready for take off. I mean they have designed a mattress with a memory so how hard can it be?
Mind you it wouldn't solve the other problem of me nearly crashing through the bay window every time I turn the ignition on because the husband has left the sodding thing in gear again!