Dentist appointment.
Piano Lessons.
Bank.
WalMart.
Costco.
Lowe's.
Dr. checkups.
Grocery store.
I decided the whole posse should come.
It was hot.
They were tired and within arms reach of each other.
We were headed home when BAM! BAM!
"what just happened?"
I'm crying. Yelling.
I was so mad. I was mad that somebody just hit my husband's "legs" that
we leave so vulnerably perched on a lift on the back of our van.
Why didn't they see me at a complete stop with a car full of kids and groceries and a wheelchair.
We were hit by the girl who was hit by the man who didn't slow at all for traffic that was at a complete stop. I guess he just didn't see us. His car was a total wreck.
The girl behind us was driving her Mom's car, visiting from out of state with her baby asleep in the backseat. She broke her hand on her steering wheel, but just kept about her business pulling out the carseat, filling his diaper bag, keeping him happy.
Our lift is bent, Scotty's wheelchair's frame is bent, our car has some damage to the back side, and Scott's face is swollen and his neck is sore.
It was scary. My first accident. (NO, I do not count that backing out of the garage incident when Molly decided to bail!). And, my whole family was there with me. Not ideal. So wish I hadn't been packing the wheelchair. Or the kids. Or the hubby. Or these last 7 pounds.
But what's life without a few bumps in the road right?
