Yesterday afternoon, just about the time I was pulling in the driveway after picking Mr. T up from school, three boys from his high school were in a car accident. The driver was killed, another was critically injured. The third boy will likely make a full recovery, physically—he is Goose’s 4th grade teacher’s son.
Who ever sends their kid to school thinking that will be the last time they will ever see him?
Last Friday, I was rear-ended on my way to BigHugs’ field trip at the pumpkin patch. Luckily, I was alone in the car—the kids had taken the bus and the parents were following in their own vehicles. The damage to our van is pretty extensive, but I walked away with just a stiff and sore neck and back. The couple who hit me were very nice and thankfully insured. Their insurance company is coming out today to assess the damage.
People keep asking me about these details. Who was driving? What color was the car? Did you see them coming? How bad was the jolt? Did your head snap back? I don’t remember anything. One minute I was sitting at a stoplight, and the next I was picking up pieces of my car off the road.
Mr. T is starting driver’s ed in a couple of weeks. He’ll start behind the wheel training a week after that. I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
I’ve spent the morning talking like a cross between Baljeet from Phineas and Ferb and Gloria from Modern Family. It is great fun. You should try it.
I just dropped off my youngest girls at school, and now I have 20 minutes until it’s time to get Mr. T. It’s a furlough Friday, some crazy new addition to this year’s school calendar to help compensate for the paycut they gave to teachers. The kids are in school about two hours, but with the way the start and stop times are staggered at the three schools, I’m basically getting kids up and ready for school and picking them up for like 5 hours. Can I hear a good frick?
Another crazy new addition to this year’s school calendar is “Professional Growth Wednesday” where the kids all get out of school 1 1/2 hours early. Three out of four Wednesdays are “Professional Growth Wednesday”. For some reason this name really ooks me out. I’m thinking it’s the word “growth”. Growth. Growth. Growth. Eech!
You would think with as much time as I’ve spent away from the blog, I would have all kinds of glorious accomplishments to report, but we’re talking about me here. I have been in full avoidance mode, still
trying waiting to recover from operation make my house less crappy with the new paint and carpet, which thus far has not been the resounding success I was led by myself to believe. It’s pretty much gone from Bythelbs’s House of Crap to Bythelbs’s House of Crap, now with new carpet and paint! Perhaps we’ll talk more about this next week.
Well, hopefully I’ll be back when the week is new and I’ll have more ideas for you. And you’ll have things you’ll want to talk about. I will too.
Remember, people can like you exactly as you are.
Dear little buttercup,
sweet little buttercup,
my little buttercup,
I love you!
Happy 12th birthday, DynaGirl! You are a plethora of awesome!