Brian fired up the furnace today while I was at (warm) school. But I don’t feel the victory like I should. I feel like we could have waited.
In other news, it seems I’ve become a victim of that old adage: “be careful what you wish for…” All my crabbing about the 7 vehicles cluttering up the yard and driveway has NOT fallen on deaf ears. Brian started selling some of them today. Well, he sold MY car today. WTF?? So, say goodbye to the Integra:
Really, I’m glad. Ever since we’ve moved to Central New York, it kills me to drive this car during the winter. In fact, the first winter I parked it. Last winter I drove it a little, but only if I had to. The sound of the sand and salt pinging the undercarriage made me cringe. The rust up here is terrible, really. And we can’t really afford the luxury of parking a “summer” car anymore. And a last reason in Brian’s defense: This is not a family car. Sure, it’s got 5 seatbelts, but the middle seat in the back is about 4 inches wide and when you factor in the car seat, there’s just no room for the kids to be comfortable.
So. Good-bye sweet Acura. I knew ye well.
And one gripe: Tonight the show _Without a Trace_ featured a story about a woman who, while on medication, fell asleep nursing her baby and killed her by rolling over her. I absolutely hate it when unconventional parenting/lifestyles are indicted in this manner; it reinforces general misunderstanding.
And while I grant that the woman’s drugged state makes the story more accurate (sleep-sharing deaths normally occur as a result of drug or alcohol use), I still cringe. So let me take a moment to offer testimony: I have three healthy children, two of whom spent two years sleep-sharing and one who currently sleeps between his mommy and daddy. They are all well-adjusted, secure, happy, confident children. Here’s partial proof: