I knew we’d have weeks like last week, and M and I agreed a long time ago that we would only get through them if we viewed this move as an adventure — both the good parts and bad. But when you’re in the thick of it, that can be a hard thing to do.
It started with E1 falling ill last weekend and spending four days running an on-and-off fever (102F), bursting into tears at the littlest thing, and wanting to be held all day. It ended with M failing his driving test (…as predicted by, ahem, his wife because he refused to take any lessons even though he clearly needs them…). And we spent nearly every waking hour in-between with my dad dragging us from one car dealer to another to another to another as we tried to find the best and most reliable car that we could buy within our rather tight budget, while trying to convince my dad again and again that we did not want as big a vehicle as he had in mind for us, and he tried again and again to get us to rethink our finances and buy something newer. I hate car shopping. I hate when my daughters are sick. And I hate the burden of being so obviously right all the time but no one listening to me anyway.
The car shopping was a success at last, and we have secured a car and a deal that we are happy with — although it has ended up being a completely different car and financial arrangement than we had originally anticipated. No matter — the moment of gaining a little independence can’t come soon enough. My mother and I went through a painful transition many years ago from seemingly being two peas in a pod to being two people who rubbed each other wrong just by breathing. We love each other, but to call our relationship strained is something of an understatement. So my new status of being completely reliant on her for almost everything these past 2 months — transportation, local knowledge, my only social contact — has been a real test for both of us, and a very difficult step backwards for me. I anticipate with delight the day I can go out and get things done under my own power. We are due to pick the car up later this week. Roll on, Independence Day!