Shortly after I gave birth, I began stressing. I’m a premature stresser-outer. It’s real, look it up. OK, you caught me. I made it up.
But, I own it. I’m OK with it, as long as I don’t start getting bleeding ulcers or something.
When my kids were little. As in, really little. I started worrying about how I was going to pay for Bar and Bat Mitzvahs and weddings. WEDDINGS!! I have a daughter. I want her to have the wedding of her dreams someday. It’s a real concern because it comes quickly.
If I didn’t pre-mature stress and worry enough about my first two kids, I had to add to the mix by marrying a guy and gaining custody of his two. Then…we had ours. Lots and lots and loads and loads of worrying prematurely to do. Now there were 5 Mitzvahs of the varying feminine or masculine types, weddings…either paying for the whole thing, dowry included or just the alcohol. AND…other stuff…like, how in the heck are we going to afford college and grandchildren…hopefully in that order, WITH the marriage worry in there too.
In a way, I was relieved when my oldest son decided against a Bar Mitzvah. Because I wouldn’t have been able to afford the type of party that I would want him to have. One premature worry that I got to check off my list.
Now, I’m planning my daughters Bat Mitzvah, along with my stepsons. They are having a B’nai Mitzvah which means, they will celebrate together. Financially, it’s much easier because we are killing those two proverbial birds with one check.
I just started planning the event. Today, in fact. I am hoping that my ex husband will decide to step up to the plate and give his fair share for his daughter. My husbands ex will probably be as monetarily reliable as she was last year for her daughter. So, we won’t be counting on anything from that arena, either.
It’ll work out. It did last year. It will this October. Worry number two…CHECK.
Another little issue I, um…fretted over. Cars for the kids.
There are five kids. And our cars are about to run the same as the Flintstones. The ones we have are getting up there in years, and they are not aging like a fine wine. Cars don’t age well. Even with decent upkeep and oil changes.
I wondered, on top of this whole stressing and worrying thing that I do, about how the kids will share the our cars which led to me wondering and worrying about…if they are sharing our cars, what will we drive because who can afford a car payment and a mortgage these days. I can’t help it, I get this trait from my mom. It’s a curse, trust me. We just don’t talk about it too much.
Enter my ex-husband.
He had this gross, vile, ugly green Mazda 626 from before the turn of the century. (I know, doesn’t that make it sound SO old?!) A 1998.
It was loud. No muffler.
Wait, let me rephrase that. It had a non-working muffler that, one cold winter day, fell off his car into the middle of my subdivision street. And the fucker left it there.
I came to find out, a few weeks ago, this car is going to a Fairy Godmother of car transformer where it is ALLEGEDLY going to look like Cinderella at the Ball. OOOH, pret-ty.
The hideous green is now a vanilla ice cream…black.
Where a noisy, gaping hole was(like someones vagina we know)…a muffler now muffles.
The tape deck has been replaced by a wickedly bitchen Alpine stero with bluetooth capability and an iPod hook up.
It has become a cute little chick magnet mobile. OK, perhaps I’m exaggerating. After all, it is 1 a.m and I’m a bit tired and delirious.
But this little black car that once was stinky and loud…
Has been totally pimped out and is going to sit, ready and waiting, until my son turns 16.
I don’t have to worry about a car for him! I just have to worry about getting him drivers training.
So now, I can concentrate solely on worrying about him, a soon to be new driver, driving this pimped out mobile, assuming he passes the drivers test.
In a little over 1 1/2 years.
Great.
Just because I am The Voice of Doom…did you think about auto insurance? Yeah, all my friends hate me too. It’s okay though. I love me.
Well that is good news!!! I love your descriptions!
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I’m still hoping my kids will never get driver’s licenses. Therefore, never meeting their soul-mate and walking down the aisle. Due to the luxury of public transportation, they will be employed and live elsewhere though. Of course, I also hope to win the lottery.
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I know what you mean about premature worrying – it’s a syndrome that I have as well. At least you got the car thing off your list – mine will be fully licensed to drive in 4 months – no car, no hopes of getting him one (unless a job turns up for Hubby soon). And then there is the insurance – I’ve been told that here it will DOUBLE once you add a boy to it. *sigh*
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I, too, have premature worrying. The way I stop it is closing my eyes and wishing for a fairy godmother, I mean, I have some sort of blind faith that it will all work out. Call it denial, call it delusional, but it works (sometimes) for me 🙂
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I’m a worrier, too. My worries are bit more over-the-top, however, since I am very dramatic. For instance, I really worry about my kids being on drugs. Or my daughter being a stripper. Or one of them being kidnapped by a pedophile.
*insert big sigh* I’ve got to go take my morning meds now.
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I’m a premature worrier too. I also worry about things that are not really likely to happen just so I can be prepared if they ever do. I know that makes no sense at all.
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Oh, good, Rhyane said it first. Teenagers do not need cars. However, I do understand the whole losing transportation thing (we’re saving the 1995 Jeep for the Queen, who will be of driving age in 2020). That being said, you should give him your oldest, most beat-up vehicle, and you drive the nice cute little sweet black car. Because his insurance payments will be more than your mortgage.
I arranged a sweet deal with my son (OK it was a devious plan from the start). First… I had 2 fender benders with him in the car. So he is sure that he should not be behind the wheel of a car. So I don’t get asked when will you get me a car? What kind? etc. Then we bought ourselves and HHR and told him it was his. But he is not in a hurry to drive so it is ours until then. 3rd he cannot drive until he has secure employment to pay his share of the insurance. We figure at this rate he will not drive until he is 35. And he stays in great shape walking to where he needs to go. 🙂
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So will you be pre- worrying about my upcoming wedding? I mean, July 3, 2019 is RIGHT around the corner…
My kids will be buying their own cars. Why? Because they don’t know it yet, but they have trust funds (courtesy of my father) which will pay out and be usable for them to pay for college or weddings or whatever… and I want them to have some fiscal experience.
Well, unless I take the girl’s out and use it on boarding school… In Sweden.
So back to worrying about my own wedding…
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Nothing like being a worrywart. I tend to worry about college and stuff.
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As someone who didn’t get my license until I was 31. Yes, 31. I will be making sure that my daughter is in a car as soon as it is legal. Because I would never want her to have to learn to drive once she’s older and realises all the dangers and is almost paralysed by fear like I was.
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