I Didn't Want this Day to Come

Yesterday we had our poor little car inspected. It has been faithful through the 4 years I have owned it, ever since I turned 16. By faithful, I mean that even if it dies, it always comes back to life. But it may be time to put our little clunker in it's grave. It didn't really pass inspection. In fact, it failed about half of the tests. On the 'notes' section, the mechanic wrote all the things that were wrong in little handwriting, filled the whole space, and needed to add another paper. We could ressurect our sweet car, but it may be kinder to end it's suffering.

Thus, we are brought to the next step in our rush of life.

The hard truth is that we already have two kids, and within a few years we will have another one. We don't want to wait too long for the next kid, because we want them to be close in age. We can't buy another cute little car. Already, our double stroller doesn't fit in our trunk and we have to drive with our seats forward so the carseats can fit in the back. Add another carseat and possible stroller, and I may need to ride on top so we can use my seat for storage space.

So, Christian and I thought, lets buy an SUV! They are rugged, outdoor, mountain-worthy vehicles. They have storage space, seats, and good looks. We could fit our family in with ease. Plus, it would boost Christians ego to be driving higher up. I guess men just like to look down on the world. Christian would be happy, I would be happy, it would be perfect.

However, after looking around a bit, we could no longer ignore the economical option of a... minivan. They are less expensive to drive, less expensive to buy, they have more storage space, and are easier to buckle three carseats into. I never thought we would consider buying a minivan this early in our lives. It feels like we have graduated from being parents to Parents with a capital 'P'.

I am not saying that I am going down without a fight. I will do my best to find an SUV that I can consider to be a smart purchase. I am more scared of buying a minivan than I was of getting married, buying a house, and having twins put together. This would be the last straw, and I would have to finally grow up.

But, that being said, I will probably become a 'Parent' in the end.