In theory we're evaluating life as a one-car family while the Volvo sits in the garage. We decided to give it two weeks and then make a decision about whether to spend a big chunk of money trying to fix the car or get rid of it. But from the beginning we were leaning toward getting rid of it. We have a one-car garage and winter is coming. It seems like the inconvenience of not having an extra car is roughly equal to the inconvenience of having it.
In other news, I've been feeling so trapped lately. I wrote a few months ago about how I felt like this fog had lifted and I was really enjoying my children and it seemed like such a waste that I had spent so much time experiencing parenthood as a drag, rather than a joy. The fog is back. And I'm back to feeling like my every move, practically my every breath, is circumscribed by these two needy little people. Anyway. It will pass. I'll blame Daylight Saving Time. I've been waking up at 4 every morning and I'm sure that's not helping my mood.
Update: After writing the paragraph above, I went downstairs to spend the morning with Ted while Bill went to a playdate and JW to a meeting. Ted decided he wanted to play on the porch, on his own. For ten blessed minutes I had peace, ignoring the banging from the porch. When I went out to check on him, I saw this:
|"I'm an extruction worker!"|
In the afternoon JW came back and I got to the gym for the first time in three months. I came home and took a shower and for most of the time nobody else was in the bathroom with me. And friends came for dinner to eat the elaborate lasagna.
Mommy meltdown averted. But I really need to get a babysitter.