There’s a toss up for the title of this little blurb soo…
Conscientiousness vs. Convenience or How I Sold my Soul for Cargo Space and some Huggies.
OR (I just love OR’s)
Oil Vei, My Handbasket is a Honda!
This fall marked some major milestones in my life. Among other things, we moved into our first house and bought a car. Earlier this year I had my first child and my husband finished a big part of his schooling. We, at age 30, are “growing up”.
Part of being a grown-up, to me anyway, is being responsible. Making wise choices, being a good citizen. I’ve always kind of fancied myself as a bit of a socially and environmentally conscious person. I’ve spent my adult life letting my dollar do the talking when it comes to business and trade practices and so forth, choosing (when and where possible) to shop at stores and buy brands that I believe to be more corporately responsible than their counterparts, often spending a bit more to feel better about my consumption. Call me a bleeding heart if you must. In addittion to my retail practices, I’ve always driven a Honda Civic and made the choice to do so with fuel economy and emissions standards in mind.
Well folks, in the span of but a few weeks I’ve blown that all to hell.
The new house we bought is not anywhere near the “big-box” store that I prefer to patronize. While admittedly still a “big-box” store, it has a bit better reputation as a corporation and as a community member than its evil step sister Wal-Mart. You guessed it. Turns out the new house is VERY close to the local Waldemort. Tantalizingly close. And I need diapers. That scoundrel smiley face taunts me as I write this. It is altogether likely that in the madness that is “falling prices”, my favorite nappy is at an incredibly low price right across the bridge from my house.
Which brings me to my second consumer transgression. In order to pack the Huggies home and still have room for the rest of the groceries and the stroller and the library books and the diaper bag and not have parcels piled up around my son in his car seat I needed more room.
[Head hung in shame]
I bought an SUV.
[\Head hung in shame]
I know I know! Aghh! In all fairness, it isn’t a Suburban or anything. It has a small car chassis! It gets 25 mpg! It’s still a Honda! Aw crap, it’s still an SUV. It’s still a glutten with gas compared to the alternative. It’s still a bit of a road hog. But oh baby, I drank the kool-aid. I can SEE out of it (as a short person this is marvelous) and I can put so much STUFF in it. I’m gonna feel like an actual authentic mom navigating around the parking lot at…
And then I’m going straight to hell.
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