Major happenings over at casa de Mitchell lately. We took a great big leap further into the parenting end of the pool and sold Kermit (my trusty Kia car) in order to make room for a :::MINIVAN:::
Even though this is my life, I still can’t believe that soon I’ll be the proud new owner of a minivan. Grown-ups drive minivans, y’know?
I mean, I’ve been married since I was 20, I’ve got one heck of a mortgage, and I graduated college and got myself a career and everything. Even with all that going for me, I still felt like a kid. A kid in a candy store definitely, but still a kid.
I always thought becoming a mother would make me feel like a grown-up, but no dice. I suppose spending a large chunk of my time playing peekaboo certainly doesn’t help, but I still feel like a big kid who plays with a little kid all day.
And now I’m going to be tooling around town driving a minivan. So I’ll have the house, the marriage, the career, the minivan, and the adorable baby gurgling in the backseat. Will I feel like a grown-up then?
We won’t get the minivan until later this month (my super-cool aunt is selling hers to us and she’s driving it up from California at the end of the month) but I know it’s white. And pretty. And fully loaded with awesome accessories (this will seriously be the nicest car I’ve ever driven).
So, now we just have to wait for Gandalf the White to join our family (yes, we’re naming the minivan Gandalf. What better car to ferry my baby around than one named after a fierce, indestructible wizard?). We’ll see if he brings my sense of adulthood with him…