I feel like buying a new vehicle. Just for the heck of it, I called to see what kind of interest rate we could qualify for. After just a short while the finance dept. called me to say that we qualify for 0%. So, now I am in the mood for car shopping. I really want the Jeep Commander, but when you add the leather and DVD player it gets a little pricey. I will probably end up getting another mini-van. Why doesn't that excite me? I don't know another Mom that wouldn't scream at the chance or even the idea of going out and buying a new mini-van. In fact, most of the moms I know would do just about anything to get into a new clean mini-van. I guess I am just ungrateful and definitely very spoiled. If I called John and told him that I want a Hummer with all the options he would say "Ok honey, get whatever you want, you deserve it." As sweet as that is, it doesn't really help at all. I am too cheap and too practical to buy whatever I want. I don't want to spend the money on gas that an SUV would force me to spend. I wonder how much more expensive it would actually be. I wonder if it is really worth worrying about this much. I know it is not. I try to tell myself that I shouldn't stress out about stuff, especially money. I have never had a real reason to be worried about money. I think I just worry about it just in case or maybe for something to do when I'm bored. So, now I ask my church family (and I really do want honest opinions), what should I do? Get what I want (and don't complain about it every time I have to fill the tank), or get what is practical as far as original cost and gas mileage even though I don't really like it that much????
After I saved this as a draft I went to fueleconomy.gov. It's a pretty cool website (if you're obsessed with MPG, as I am). I found out that the Commander gets the same mileage as the Town and Country. So, now I just need to find a really good deal on the Commander, I think.

Ok, I posted this this morning. Since then I have been to a dealership to check out this lovely vehicle. Buying it new with everything I want will be pretty much the same as buying the van new with everything I want. Now the issue is solely practicality. The third row in the Commander is not as convenient as in a van and when in use there is no trunk space at all (like I could barely fit an umbrella stroller back there). BUT IT'S SO COOL!! What do I do?

Is it SO much to ask? Is it cruel and unusual punishment? Why won't my kids pick up after themselves? I know I can't expect them to do it on their own, but why can't they just pick up the crayons and put them back in the cabinet when I ask them to, without a huge fight? I set the timer and say "Pick this up before it dings or I will take everything that is on the floor away." That worked for a couple of weeks, but now they don't care. So, I say "Pick up before the timer dings and I'll read you 4 bedtime stories (because I'll have more time since I don't have to pick up everything)." Who cares? Stories shmoories. I am completely overwhelmed. I just want someone to come boss my kids and make them listen at the end of the day when they're done listening to me. I am SSSOOOOO tired. and my floors really need to be swept and vacuumed. The kids are talking to John on the phone now. Maybe that will help. The girl is really getting into the whole fit throwing thing. I don't know what to do with her. I have just been sending her to her bed, but she has figured out that I cannot send her to her bed when we're at the grocery store. NOW WHAT?!?! I want to beat her, but I know that won't solve it. Have I mentioned that I am tired? I feel like all I do when I blog is whine. It must be annoying to read it. I don't publish half the things I type because I would hate to read it if I were someone else. Anyway, I am thankful today because I found the title to the van, got the lien release in the mail and am going to sell it. I think I will try to come on here everyday and post something that I am thankful for.

I'm really missing my man right now. Friday the exhaust fell out of my car at 9:30 at night in the rain on the side of hwy 75 at 56th St. North (yeah, if any of you saw a sad little girl on the side of the highway Fri. night and didn't stop to help, here's your guilt trip. JK). Last night my Daddy came over to help me fix my leaking faucet. By the end of the evening (10:30 pm) I had a new sink...in my bedroom floor, 1/2 an inch of water in the bathroom floor and no running water in the house. This morning I got up and took the car to be repaired. I went to the hardware store to buy the missing pieces of the sink. Now everything is fixed and back to fuctional and I feel miserable. I just want to go to bed, and I don't want to get up until it is sunny and 80 degrees outside. I want to throw a screaming crying fit and I can't even get a tear out. Oh yeah, I also came into contact with a really good old friend that I hadn't takled to in a few years. We talked yesterday and I learned that he has prostate cancer. He is 26. The same age as my man. I really miss my man. It has finally hit. The depression. BLAH. Ok, I'm going back to bed now. Oh wait I can't. My kids want stickers and snacks and God knows what else they will want before 8 tonight. Aaaargghhh.

Ok, so I think I'm addicted now. I've been reading about other people all day. It's naptime at my house. You'd think I'd take this time to get something done, but no. I can't stop reading about other people.