This is only loosely connected to parenthood, so feel free to skip it if you’re not interested in hearing my pissed off self bemoaning crap luck. I hate vehicles. I mean, seriously hate. I think I’m to the point where I avoid taking my car in because every time there is something. But you know, I figured, new-ish car, bought from the dealer, only 77000 miles on it, I can take it in for an oil change and start to reverse this negative trend in my life. So when the tech came out to let me know they were done and say, I kid you not ‘overall everything still looks great’ My first thought was ‘awesome, finally!’ Y’all, he’s was either an asshole who thought I was stupid, or feeling really guilty that they sold me a car 5 months ago in which both head gaskets are now cracked. He played it off like a $2000, two-day repair for a one car family was nothing.
The loose connection to parenthood is that this was the final nail in the coffin of us trying to add one more to the family in the next year. It brings our unexpected expenses up to more than a quarter of our income over the past 12 months (not including expected large expenses like a new roof, and Leah’s shoulder surgery). Adulting really sucks sometimes.