Mark and I bought our first minivan today. It's a 2005 Chrysler Town & Country Touring with 50k miles on it. It has stow and go seating and electric doors. We shopped around and got it for the same price as we were quoted elsewhere for a Dodge SXT. I'm pretty jazzed about it, but I can't help but mourn for the loss of my hipness, my mojo, my coolness. As I drove it off the lot I had mixed feelings. It's a pretty nice vehicle, way better than our Malibu. It's newer, has less miles, more features, the brakes don't squeak, etc. But, it's a minivan and I am now officially on my way to becoming the stereotypical Mormon mom complete with 12 kids (one for each tribe) and a permanently stained shirt.
Maybe we should have waited until we were older to have kids.
Sigh.
Oh, well, at least there is room in the floor to stow all the bodies. If you cut them up first, of course.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Back in the Land of the Sane
So, I have been M.I.A for awhile, partly because when I sit down at the computer little people start crawling on me and partly because I have been obsessively focused on the tornado.
I now feel like I have been liberated at least from my tornado obsession. Brick is downstairs playing, but I know that any minute he is going to come up and start crawling and banging around.
The trip down to Tennessee with mom and dad and Danny was nice and I feel like we got a lot done down there, but it also feels like we barely scratched the surface. We were able to get Spencer and Roxann moved into the new house with some of the basic necessities. We got the kids' beds assembled and shelf paper in the kitchen and were able to start unpacking and washing some of their dishes.
Almost nothing can be just moved into the house. Everything is covered in glass and wood splinters and puffs of fluffy white fiberglass that looks like cotton and so it all has to be washed down first. I wish I could have stayed longer to help Roxann deal with all of that.
Going down there was very therapeutic for me. I feel really selfish for even feeling like I had anything to heal from since I am not the one who lost their house and many belongings. Still, I spent the last week trying to put myself in there places and feel what they must have been feeling and I felt so useless being up here and unable to help. I think it is really true that when we serve others it often benefits us as much as or more than it benefits them. I know that the situation must have been very difficult and traumatic for the people who were there to help clean up and I am grateful to all of them for being there for Spencer and Roxann who felt the most and felt it the hardest.
Mostly I am so so grateful that everyone is okay. I don't know if I will ever be able to express in words how thankful I am to our Heavenly Father for keeping them safe. I am so grateful that Spencer and Roxann (whether they realize it or not) listened to the promptings of the Spirit and left town that morning. I know we are all so blessed for our relationships with our Heavenly Father and for the Gospel and for having each other as family. I love all you guys.
Okay. I'm sorry for being so serious. When I get a chance I will try to post pictures or a link to pictures that I took of Spencer and Roxann's new house and the kids and maybe some of what is left of the old neighborhood.
For now I am just glad to be back to working on being sane.
I now feel like I have been liberated at least from my tornado obsession. Brick is downstairs playing, but I know that any minute he is going to come up and start crawling and banging around.
The trip down to Tennessee with mom and dad and Danny was nice and I feel like we got a lot done down there, but it also feels like we barely scratched the surface. We were able to get Spencer and Roxann moved into the new house with some of the basic necessities. We got the kids' beds assembled and shelf paper in the kitchen and were able to start unpacking and washing some of their dishes.
Almost nothing can be just moved into the house. Everything is covered in glass and wood splinters and puffs of fluffy white fiberglass that looks like cotton and so it all has to be washed down first. I wish I could have stayed longer to help Roxann deal with all of that.
Going down there was very therapeutic for me. I feel really selfish for even feeling like I had anything to heal from since I am not the one who lost their house and many belongings. Still, I spent the last week trying to put myself in there places and feel what they must have been feeling and I felt so useless being up here and unable to help. I think it is really true that when we serve others it often benefits us as much as or more than it benefits them. I know that the situation must have been very difficult and traumatic for the people who were there to help clean up and I am grateful to all of them for being there for Spencer and Roxann who felt the most and felt it the hardest.
Mostly I am so so grateful that everyone is okay. I don't know if I will ever be able to express in words how thankful I am to our Heavenly Father for keeping them safe. I am so grateful that Spencer and Roxann (whether they realize it or not) listened to the promptings of the Spirit and left town that morning. I know we are all so blessed for our relationships with our Heavenly Father and for the Gospel and for having each other as family. I love all you guys.
Okay. I'm sorry for being so serious. When I get a chance I will try to post pictures or a link to pictures that I took of Spencer and Roxann's new house and the kids and maybe some of what is left of the old neighborhood.
For now I am just glad to be back to working on being sane.
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