if my former self could see me now
If there is one thing I have learned in my strange life, it is that the word "never" should not be used (or should I say, never used?). I said with deep conviction, as I squeezed ridiculously huge SUV's into the carpool line at my former school, "I will never get an SUV." I have a moral obligation to not purchase a car that does more to support Saudi Wahabbism than an airstrike on Mecca. I will not load my one tiny kid into a cavernous backseat and ply him with videos as I drive him to his six afterschool activities. I will never talk on my cell phone 3 feet higher than every other car with a Starbucks in my hand (I don't like Starbucks coffee anyway...maybe Dunkin Donuts).
What I had not counted on was the generosity of my inlaws. After our highly unreliable Swedish Brick slumped into the shop for the second time in a week, my father-in-law said, "Oh, you can borrow the 4 Runner--well, actually I talked to J and we agreed we feel safer with A in the 4 Runner from now on, so we'll get the paperwork done to give you the car. We'll take the Volvo."
...geh?...
...um, sheesh, wow, are you serious?
They were serious. Now I am driving this huge car, amazingly clean (as my face reddens thinking about the funk in the Volvo), towering over all four-wheeled humanity and having difficulty parking the thing. But what can one do? One can only say thank you, feel deeply grateful, and not make a peep when one's son watches a Jaws Marathon on tv with Nana and Pop-Pop and eats nothing but candy and cheese puffs all day. There are worse things.
Next, I'll just have to sign up for Mommy and Me SAT-prep classes. I mean, how else is the kid getting into Harvard?
I also said that I would never ever get a pedicure. I hate my feet, usually, though I am warming up to them slightly as I get more flattering shoes and all. Well, in two weeks that resolution will be broken as well. A friend gave me a sortof half-day of beauty, which includes a Facial (yum!! and not like in hockey, mind you), manicure and pedicure. So we'll see. I mean, I am just now ok with D giving me a foot massage, after almost 9 years of marriage. I used to feel like barfing when anyone touched the arch of my foot, so we've come a long way, baby. Now it's off to mortgage the house for gas money.
What I had not counted on was the generosity of my inlaws. After our highly unreliable Swedish Brick slumped into the shop for the second time in a week, my father-in-law said, "Oh, you can borrow the 4 Runner--well, actually I talked to J and we agreed we feel safer with A in the 4 Runner from now on, so we'll get the paperwork done to give you the car. We'll take the Volvo."
...geh?...
...um, sheesh, wow, are you serious?
They were serious. Now I am driving this huge car, amazingly clean (as my face reddens thinking about the funk in the Volvo), towering over all four-wheeled humanity and having difficulty parking the thing. But what can one do? One can only say thank you, feel deeply grateful, and not make a peep when one's son watches a Jaws Marathon on tv with Nana and Pop-Pop and eats nothing but candy and cheese puffs all day. There are worse things.
Next, I'll just have to sign up for Mommy and Me SAT-prep classes. I mean, how else is the kid getting into Harvard?
I also said that I would never ever get a pedicure. I hate my feet, usually, though I am warming up to them slightly as I get more flattering shoes and all. Well, in two weeks that resolution will be broken as well. A friend gave me a sortof half-day of beauty, which includes a Facial (yum!! and not like in hockey, mind you), manicure and pedicure. So we'll see. I mean, I am just now ok with D giving me a foot massage, after almost 9 years of marriage. I used to feel like barfing when anyone touched the arch of my foot, so we've come a long way, baby. Now it's off to mortgage the house for gas money.
2 Comments:
Suh-weet! Would love to see picts of it!
James and I thought about getting an SUV, but decided at the rate we're havin kiddos, a 15 passenger van would probably be better, lol! For right now though, I'm stickin with my little Elantra :)
I feel your pain. My in laws have offered us their old SUV, too. A free car??-only the thing is, I honestly don;t think that we can afford to drive it! I'll let you know what we decide.
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