Day three of the teething continues, SOMEONE KILL ME NOW. I thought it was getting better since yesterday she seemed fine, and that maybe – just maybe – the three days previously were just previews, trailers if you will, to what lay ahead. Way ahead. But, no, it was just a one day reprieve.
I left the vet clinic today about four hours early and arrived home to a thoroughly cranky baby. We rocked, we sat in our swing, we danced around to ABBA, we sucked on iced teething rings. I am now sitting eating overcooked Chickpea Cauliflower Curry and listening to the squeaking of Violet’s swing and praying DEAR LORD LET HER SLEEP FOR AT LEAST THIRTY MINUTES.
Oh, and in other, equally awful news. I now own a Buick. A PARK AVENUE Buick that previously belonged to a 75 year old man. I SWEAR IT’S TRUE, he left his CD collection in the car. It’s big, it’s old, it’s ugly, and it is PAID for. So, now we sell my Vibe (oh the agony) and the love affair with my black crossover is over. My husband has nick-named her the Northwestern cause it’s a boat and that’s where we plan on taking it. I am more than a little embarrassed that it upsets me so much. I have never cared much about a car. It takes you from one place to the other, and if you get there, well to me the rest is just gravy. I don’t need style, or a feel, or status. But, I loved my Vibe – the driving, the parking, the shoving massive amounts of stuff in the trunk, the hatch made for lazy people, and the gas mileage. And yes, it will pain me to sell it. BUT, I want the financial freedom that comes with no car payments, or credit cards, or loans. I like being able to go to Texas or Toronto or San Francisco when I want, and let’s face it, I am not wealthy enough to do both. So the visits to family win. The moving to another state in April wins. The freedom this affords my family wins. Hands down. So, I am now captaining a boat. Yes, that I am.
I don’t know what to do for Ethel, the remaining rat. I swear she is depressed. I SWEAR. And, I don’t want another rat – I have had awful luck with the last three and am resolving to throw in the towel until I NEED to because my child has asked for a pet for her 6th birthday, and we damn sure aren’t getting her a dog. That, however, is adding to my predicament with Ethel because rats are social creatures and I don’t have enough time in my overwhelming schedule to properly socialize a rat. I mean, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, don’t I have enough on my plate? So, what to do with a lonely rat? Because I now feel guilty for not only leaving my BABY, but my rat as well. The mommy guilt – MG- is extending itself to vermin. Someone help me please. Or get me a Gin and Tonic.
Well I like the big Buicks! My dad always had (and still does!) big enormous cars. I loved the idea that, if in an accident, you’d still have time to roll up the windows, check your make-up, and change the radio station before you’d actually hit the dash, it’s just THAT BIG! And when you’re up against some little sports car, trying to cut you off, you can play with them a little, cause really, what are they going to do? Run their little dinky car into you? It wouldn’t even leave a dent and their car would be totalled! I’m sorry you’ve had to part with The Vibe, though. You spend so much of your life in a car, it becomes part of you.
As for the rat, you’re on your own! Although, I do have some Bacardi on top of the fridge…..
Oh, and I almost forgot! Love your new look!!!
OK, yes, I have been there! I drove a Lincoln Continental for three years, and that was before I had children and cared about car payments, financial peace and the like. My lovely Honda was totaled in an accident that was not my fault, and in my angered exasperation, I told my husband to just get whatever. The man selected “the Continental.”
I am 5.3 and therefore could not see over the front of the car. I was constantly ripping up over curbs and the like. To make matters worse, it had some hydrolic lift system that jacked the back two wheels up every time you put it in park. The whole thing gives me strange memories…
Oh well…happy times with your yacht! (At least it’s paid for!)
Have you tried those homeopathic teething tablets? They worked well for mine…teething is the pits!