What Have We Been Up To This Week?
I have mentioned in blog posts before that, when it comes to dealing with stress, I can become a little bit like an Ostrich. I get overwhelmed, panic and then pitch my head into the sand for as long as I can before PB yanks me out by my tail feathers and tells me to get a grip and just ‘get on with it’.
Such circumstances happened this past week after my lease car’s deadline date (1st of September) suddenly appeared much sooner than I had anticipated, and it suddenly dawned on me that I would be left completely car-less. Not a catastrophic state of affairs compared to say world famine, national debt and Donald Trump’s hair, but we do live in a rural area where buses only come once an hour and there are more tractors than cars. Once PB pointed out that I had no means of getting anywhere if there was an emergency whilst he was at work or if I needed to nip somewhere quickly (with two littles in tow) it would be more of a whole day’s expedition, I suddenly broke out into a cold sweat and it was all I could do not to alternate between rocking in a corner and pacing around the living room in circles.
Thank the heavens for that man of mine. He downloaded Auto Trader, trawled through all the relevant search options and arranged me to have a couple of viewings for cars in the nearby areas whilst I dealt with the paperwork and final terms on my lease car.
I get strangely attached to cars. Each time I have parted with a car, I have felt quite sentimental about it. Which is surprising, not only because they are just machines, but because they have actually caused me no end of stress and grief over the years. Haven’t the faintest clue about them whatsoever. I once got asked what car I had by a mechanic whilst arranging an MOT over the phone and my genuine reply was ‘a Silver One’. Like I said, clueless.
Anyway, within 3 days, I had viewed, test driven and purchased a new car, handed back the leased one and navigated the minefield that is car insurance quotes and car tax. I am now the proud owner of a blue Renault Megane Scenic and it has been *hugs the wooden door frame out of suspicious hope* completely bloody fantastic. My sentimental attachment to the lease car, a Suzuki Alto, lasted a mere minute when I realised just how much easier it is going to be manoeuvring the kids and all their paraphernalia in and out of the new Renault. It’s been a funny time getting used to going from driving the equivalent of a food mixer to driving what can only be described as something akin to a mini bus. I am higher up, there are tray tables for the kids seats in the back which make me want to pretend I am actually flying a plane and the boot has so much space that it could become an option for a home office if I get over run by the boys! I am just super pleased with it and relieved that we have had *hugs wooden banister for extra superstitious luck* a straightforward and stress free car purchase. Here’s hoping it doesn’t conk out on a frosty morning come December and leave me stranded.
I do apologise for taking up this week’s update post with something as mundane as car talk! But that has literally been what my week has mainly consisted of. That and a food shop. I know… so rock n roll.
Additional Information And Findings From This Week:
- Teddy has turned into what can only be described as a octopus/bull in a china shop hybrid. I can be cooking dinner and, suddenly, a little hand shall reach up and grasp the nearest object. Then it is dragged down to the floor for full inspection. I have found tomatoes dotted about the living room, along with a potato peeler, a teaspoon and a pastry brush. There have been potatoes posted through the cat flap. PB’s wallet hidden behind the curtains. And a box of stewed veggies all emptied out onto the living room floor. And that’s just downstairs! Upstairs I have rescued jewellery, perfume bottles and my makeup bag from all being relocated and potentially demolished. Same couldn’t be said for my big tub of Matrix Ultra Hydrating Balm though. The whole lot was emptied and plastered all over the bath and the toddler before I could come to the rescue. I now have a very soft skinned child and a lot of dry split ends!
- George is officially on the move. He is able to sit up fairly unaided. Pop him on his back and he will roll over and shimmy backwards faster than you can say ‘Twirlywoos’. He is so determined and strong! I already miss being able to confidently put him down in one spot and know he won’t move. He will be crawling by Christmas. Am sure of it.
- We have had so many spiders come into the house this week that I am completely beside myself. I am not a fan of them or anything creepy crawly. At least two of the big, hairy buggers show up of an evening. I may consider making a bed up in the boot of the new car!
- Test driving a new car whilst sat next to a complete stranger is so anxiety inducing. I felt as though I was having lessons again! The anxiety inevitably gave way to nervous chatter. I found myself explaining to the bewildered and very patient car dealer that ‘I get very attached to cars’. In reference to my Suzuki (who by this time sounded like a real person) I uttered the phrase ‘I will miss her. She’s the only one I have been in for the past 3 years!’. Made me sound like one of those people who find inanimate objects attractive. Winning.
- Incidentally, the new car’s registration plate ends in ‘BUW’. Therefore, at a quick glance, it looks like I am driving around with the word ‘BUM’ in front of me. Luckily it’s at the end of the reg, the beginning. Therefore, whoever sits in the passenger seat shall assume the label…. in theory.