Train of Thought.
Unfortunately the mechanic said my wonderfully ridiculous Navigator (see previous entry) had too many issues to make it worth buying. The air ride suspension was out and it needed completely new breaks. More than $2,000 worth of work when everything added up. The seller didn’t know and his face totally crumpled. He plans to "dump it at auction" in his words.
It was a bad ass car though, with the ridiculous rims. Oh well.
Casual car shopping on a nearly invisible new (to us) car budget continues.
I’m not sure why the entire world seems to think we need a mini van. It doesn’t suit our needs. I have to have something where the back seats fold down flat, preferably flush with the floor. With the chickens and the big dogs and everything else, well we frequently haul stuff around. I buy 4 bales of straw, 50 lbs of dog food, 250 pounds of chicken feed, 50 pounds of oyster shell, and 50 pounds of scratch grains (for the ducks) every month. Do you know how awkward it is to cram that in my car with two fat Britax car seats? We always have to ask my FIL to drive stuff with his truck and we don’t want to do that anymore, but it’s not practical to buy a truck since we couldn’t all ride in it.
An SUV with third row seating fits the bill. Bigger SUV’s have a square back that can fit large things in them when the seats are folded down. Gas mileage isn’t a deal breaker since the farthest we would drive it is to the next town over once a month to buy chicken feed from the mill.
I’m sure the perfect car will come along eventually.
We are totally serious about the big family thing too. I can see already how much judgment we will get for the third kid, let alone the ones that follow.
But hey, when have I let closed minded judgmental people get me down? NEVER! Negative Nellies who choose unhappiness can go eat worms. So there.
A third kid will be coming soon. Maybe this year? Maybe next year? I don’t know. If I’ve learned one thing in the past few years it’s that humans cannot control fertility.
I have also learned that children are joy filled blessings from God, or from Nature if you want to look at it in a non-religious way. Who am I do say no to a blessing!? Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?
I can see our parents freaking out already. OMG not another bebe! Not a drooly, squishy, crying, screaming, giggling BABY. Horrors.
Don’t you know that it is IRRESPONSIBLE to have more than two children!!!!!!!!!
Wait until they see we are serious about adoption.
Foster care? Foreign adoption? Special needs foreign adoption? Don’t know yet. One, or the other, or both, or all three?
Hard, scary, overwhelming? Yes.
Joy filled? Totally.
Faith the size of a mustard seed? Check.
We have big plans for the future. Or maybe I should say we are open to big plans, however it works out?
Funny how something like buying a car brings those thoughts to the light. Why would we need a car that seats seven people when we are a four person family?
Well we’d better get busy filling those other three seats! (All in good time…)
You don’t have to be rich to have kids. It drives me insane how people (our families!) seem to think that.
If you have a stable home and food in the cabinets, then why would you need to be rich? Sure I’d love to not live pay check to pay check. Hopefully we won’t one day in the next 5-10 years. But I’m not going to put my life on hold waiting for that day to come. (This reminds me of schools…why do we lock kids up in secure buildings for 12 years saying we’re educating them when they could be out living life and enjoying their childhood RIGHT THIS SECOND? Our society is so backwards sometimes!)
Hello? We’re alive and enjoying life right now. School classrooms, savings and retirement accounts, and Roth IRA’s can go eat worms right along with the Negative Nellies.
Have you ever heard that saying, "What will you do with your one wild and precious life?"
Well I don’t really know specifically what I’ll do with mine, but what ever it is will be exciting and probably won’t include a sensible 2 children boy-girl set in a mini van. Sorry to disappoint.
Instead I’m kind of hoping it includes a Russian child with downs syndrome, an Ethiopian baby with huge brown eyes and big ebony hair, and a gaggle of biological babies living on an organic farm way back in the hills.
Oh, sorry. I think a little of my crazy just leaked out.
Hey, if you never have the courage to dream it then it will definitely never happen, right?