And now for a little rant.
I have a history of not being able to enjoy anything new. It comes partly from being the 3rd born child. It comes partly from bad luck. A brief history:
- I babysat for 3 months straight to buy an outfit I saw at the mall when I was 15. When I finally got it, my sister promptly loaned it to her best friend who stained it and returned it 3 years later.
- When I was living in NY, I loaned my boyfriend (now-husband) my first new car while I headed to work. My last words to him before I left were, "I've never had anything new, please don't wreck my ride." He got into a fender-bender exactly 16 minutes later.
- My first son was born with a pneumothorax. Because I was recovering from a bad c-section, I wasn't allowed to get up and go see him for half a day. In the meantime, my husband, parents, and siblings all got to hold him, look at him, and break him in. I didn't even get first dibs on my own kid.
|I opted for the color of poop. Read about it on Chicago Parent.|
So can I please just have a little honeymoon with my new rug? It will be stained and destroyed shortly, at which time you can wear whatever dirty wet shoes you'd like.
I'll even get you some house slippers if you want. Just email me your size.