I’m really bad about taking care of my car. As in I want my husband to do it.
The problem with this is he doesn’t think about it and it just doesn’t get done.
So today, 2 weeks before we embark on a trip across the country, we are dealing with numerous car repairs that would have been prevented with a little quarterly maintenance in the form of an OIL CHANGE.
I’m 32 years old. I’m the owner of two vehicles and the mother of three children. If I can manage to keep three children alive and vaccinated on an alternative schedule, I should be able to remember to get my oil changed 4 times a year.
So now, thanks to medical bills and vacation costs eating up our savings while I am on my maternity leave we are turning to my IL’s to keep us afloat through this car crisis. I feel like I’m 16 years old asking for gas money. I hate it, but I would hate missing this trip to see the grandparents who have never met my kids. So we take the help where we can get it and we buckle under just a little bit more.
Some days I feel like I will never get the opportunity to stay home with my kids and it’s all my fault because I am the one with the massive student loan debt that I had to accrue to get a degree that is absolute BS. At least I finished. It would be worse to have the debt and have nothing to show for it.
But that’s not the point here.
I’m an adult. We are adults. WE should be able to figure this out. I suppose sometimes figuring it out means asking for help. And thankfully, we have people in our lives who can help. It’s just painful. I know things will be better. I just don’t know when. And I don’t know if this is he worst it will be.