The year started out full of hope and promise. I am certain this year will be filled with many new adventures and opportunities-CRASH-! What the...???
We were on our way home from lounging around @ my Mother-in-Law's home. I was driving the 'adventure-van' and Big E was behind me in the newly gifted 1994 Sentra. We were pleasantly surprised to receive this fixer upper 'run-around'. It needed quite a bit of work but appeared nothing a lot of time and grunt work and a bit of $$$ couldn't repair. Right? He was excited to be able to show his mom how he had gotten it running. It was such a relief. No more trying to juggle violin lessons, tutoring appointments with his auditions, work and shows. Whew!
Then--the CRASH!
I arrived home before him, wondered where he was. Oldest ds suggested he had probably stopped to rent a movie. He was right. DH called--I was sure it was to ask my opinion on his selection--instead it was to tell me there had been an accident & to bring the van to come and get them. YOU ARE LYING! My raised voice automatically responded tensely. I thought for sure he was joking around. He wasn't. My thoughts are racing but I still am not sure if he is trying to joke with me, he must be right? Bring the van? that means the car isn't driveable--how bad is it? ARE YOU OK? The kids are fine, just bring the van. OK!
I rush out of the house and in a split second decision decide to have oldest ds go w/ me and bring the baby instead of leaving them there. It's right down the street and the red light would not change fast enough. I am praying all the way thta no one is actually hurt. Maybe dh just *Said* everyone was ok so that i would not worry on my way. You know how husbands can be. I see flashing lights and my heart drops. My babies!!! What if it IS bad. I pray harder.
I pull up--I see them all standing on the corner. Thank GOD! No one is in an ambulance or anything. The car is trashed. I run across the street & grab my babies & they begin bawling. All I can do is hug and kiss them and tell them it's ok, crying is a stress release and they are ok now. Praise Jesus for his angels watching over my babes. deep breathe.
My husband looks a little bewildered still. Police keep asking questions, ask him if he has been drinking, do that little eye test to be sure. I just can't believe this has happened.
Now it's day by day of physical therapy, doctor appointments, phone calls--OH the phone calls! How many people from each insurance are really going to call? Can't they just email each other the report? {eye roll}
We're back to 'juggling' appointments. My muscles are so tense from the stress of it all I feel like *I* have been in an accident. I still believe in you 2010! lol ;-D
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