I Won Both The Swiss Lotto And EuroMillions This Week
Luckily only with a total combined amount of CHF25 (£22/$27)
My son often talks about how he wants to earn loads of money when he grows up. I’d support him any way I can with whatever he decides to do to achieve his goals, but I am and have always been of the opinion that money isn’t everything.
Anyway, one day last week, we passed by a sign for the EuroMillions and it said how many millions were in the pool for the next draw. My son got really excited and asked if we could play.
I accepted that we could try once and followed this up with a monologue about the chances of winning being infinitely small and it being a waste of money, on the other hand, someone had to win eventually, so why not us, and to win one had to take part etc. I’m sure I managed to send out loads of contradicting messages, but from the distant look on his face, it was obvious he wasn’t listening. At all. In his mind, he was already a winner.
Even before we’d chosen our numbers, he’d managed to spend several millions in his new life as a 9-year-old millionaire: On a Lamborghini (for him), a Porsche (a present for his dad. He’d already worked out how we would have it stand outside his dad’s, then go up and surprise him with the keys. Why I happened to be part of this scenario puzzled me the most, as his dad and I aren’t together anymore). He’d also decided on his dream house and location (somewhere in California), including a tennis court, pool, and helipad.
He wanted to buy me a house so we could get a dog and have a trampoline in the garden. However, what I think he was most excited about was the prospect of him getting an iPhone of his choice.
To my son’s despair and lack of understanding, I struggled to come up with any crazy purchase ideas, should (in his view: when) we won millions. When it was time for me to create a wish list (or in his optimistic view, a shopping list), the most luxurious thing I could think of was a Vespa. A red one.
What I’d most want in the world, which money can’t buy, is to get rid of my depression and ADHD. To be able to hold down a job, get a proper routine back in my life and earn my own money. To be a more present mum who doesn’t need to take naps during the day and is often too exhausted to do fun stuff with him outside of her flat.
Our current colossal winnings will go towards next week’s draws, and if we don’t win then, I’m not planning on repeating these initial steps toward a ridiculously insecure way of ‘earning’ lots of money.
Something I’m hoping my son will realise isn’t a guaranteed success to happiness.
