The One When the Car Crashed
So, it’s been busy here. I suppose it’s been busy where ever (or when ever) you are.
Christmas came and went; New Years came and went.
We survived.
Did you?
Let me tell you about our December.
Everything was going fine; busy but fine. Presents were thought about (and eventually purchased); baking was in high gear; the house was all decorated and the tree put up.
Then, a Monday. Like most Mondays, it started out in the morning. By afternoon, it was a monster Monday. The Boy had taken the car to school and wanted to get The Girlfriend her Christmas present – not an unreasonable request. I told him he could go to the mall and come right back home as I needed the car later in the afternoon. About ten minutes later, he called again. This time he said something that didn’t quite register.
“Mom, I was in a car accident. I’m fine, I called the police and they are here now. I have to go.”
Hmmmm… what was that? I was sideswiped – it took a few minutes for me to get my brain to wrap around what he just told me.
Long story short – he slide on some black ice, took out a telephone pole, had to go to the emergency room as I could not get to him without my car, the car got towed, The Hubby & I were worried and scared at the same time. After we got to the hospital and saw he was fine, we went to the auto shop where the car had been towed. The car was not so fine.
We’re up to 12K in damages and looking at the end of January before it is ready.
Yeah, exciting, huh?
And you haven’t even heard what happened the Monday after that!