Circumstances has left me without a vehicle to call my own. My Ford Windstar, after 11 years of dutiful service, was recalled and determined to be unfixable. I can't complain about Ford. They did a good job of notifying us of the recall, giving us a loaner, then paying more than book value once there was no hope in fixing it. Honestly, the time was long overdue to dump the stereotypical "Mom Mobile." This was the perfect excuse to upgrade to something a little more sporty. However...after much consideration...I WANT MY VAN BACK. I miss it. It was comfy. It was cozy. Most importantly, it was PAID OFF.
Car shopping has unfortunately been put off due to my husband coming down with the flu.
Whenever I am sick, I don't want anyone near me. Don't talk to me. Don't bother me to ask if I'm ok. Don't ask me if I need anything. Just leave me alone in a dark room and check in every once in a while to see if I'm still breathing. My husband, on the other hand, expects me to transform into Florence Nightingale. He uses the intercom feature on our phones to pester me every 15-20 minutes. I hear the ring and think, "Ugh...What is it now?"
He'll repeat over and over, "Mary, feel my fore head. Do I have a fever?"