Let's start with the good news. Wren is 5 months old today and healthy and generally quite happy.
Now on to the rest of my day thus far...
Cat missing the litter box
Strong willed 2 year old
Forgetful husband
Distracted mommy
So, while trying to calm a screaming infant, clean up cat pee, find SOMETHING Atticus would eat for breakfast, get the napmat out of the dryer, put shoes on a flailing toddler... MacKenzie arrives to watch Wren. Yay! Help!
I wrangle Atticus (who is now wearing shoes) along with Tigger, some cheddar bunnies, his cell phone (one of Greg's old phones), woobie and the napmat all to the car. I calm Atticus back down because I pushed the button to open the garage door instead of letting him do it - squash him and all the "things" into the car, adjust the seat and the mirror and head off to daycare only 10 minutes behind schedule.
I carefully watch in the side view mirror as I back up to make sure I clear the garage wall. I'm just about to put the car into first gear to head out when CRUNCH. In my totally distracted state, I never looked back into my rearview and totally forgot about MacKenzie's car in the driveway. After a choice four letter word we're hoping Atticus doesn't repeat - I leapt out of the car and immediately went to look at Kenzie's car. Nothing. No sign of anything. Oh hallelujah - I mean, I was only going zero miles an hour, right? Then I look at my bumper. It looks like it got kicked in the corner by a 2000 pound elephant. Seriously.
It's not been 4 hours and I'm still a little sick to my stomach. I know it's just a car. I know it's an accident. I know no one was hurt. But Greg is going to have a canary when he finds out. I'm a little worried. I've already talked to insurance and I'm about to call the repair place.... but I swear ever since the day I met Greg, I've had the worst luck with cars. Oy.
This sucks.
And Wren has either some gassy issue and/or some teeth about to make their debut because she's been screeching for the past 3.5 hours. Today is not my day.
1 comment:
Oh My Dear Sis! I'm feeling for you. And as for my Brother, he needs to understand that when accidents occur - and they WILL, for sure, over and over again - getting his undies in a bundle will definetly NOT help anything. So, he might as well keep an emergency 'chill pill' in his pocket for these times!
I luv U all!!!
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