By: Kinan Copen

When I first took on this motherhood gig, I didn’t realize how much I was going to have to give up. Flossing. Sleep. Abs. But I was happy to kiss those things goodbye (mostly, I mean I still miss my abs!), as long as I could keep my drive time music. It’s what keeps me organized, creative and calm, productive even. It’s like my meditation. Naturally, I feared the day Radio Disney might infiltrate my sacred space.

I’d seen friends’ car radios fall victim to five year old terrorists with insatiable thirsts for Bieber, The Wiggles, and countless songs whose theme centers on the infinite things that can make a noise on the bus while the wheels go up the waterspout. Or whatever. It was ugly. I did not want that to happen to me. It couldn’t happen to me. I can’t function without the right music! It’s a fact. More