I was in a car accident tonight. And Eldest is running a 102 degree fever.
I'm fine though. And Eldest is sleeping comfortably (in our bed) with the aid of Tylenol.
Shall I start at the beginning?
First, Hubby called me while I was on the train tonight to inform me that Eldest was sick. Then I had to stop at Stop N' Shop on the way home to pick up ingredients to make brownie cupcakes for a co-worker's birthday tomorrow. (Damn me for being
I'm fine. Thankfully.
I totally didn't know what to do though. I've NEVER been in an accident before. So I called Hubby first. I know...hello? 911? But I did that next. Anyway, when I called Hubby (in tears) and told him, he (of course) instructed me to immediately hang up and dial 911.
A policeman came. And instructed me to back my car up into the grocery store parking lot.
He took both of our licenses and registrations. (In the meantime, Hubby showed up to
As soon as I entered the Trenches, it was time to switch to Mommy Mode, even though I was still a bit shaken. My boyz, especially Eldest, needed me. They got lots of hugs and squeezes from Mommy tonight because it happened so fast. You just never know. I now realize that much more than I did earlier today.
Anyway, I just finished dealing with our insurance company. The car has a good bit of damage to the driver's side door (as in, it doesn't shut properly), and the alignment is all out of whack.
I have washed down some Advil with
The funny in all this? When I called Hubby to tell him I had gotten T-BONED, he later relayed to me that at first he thought I meant that I had gotten T-BONE steaks at the grocery store. And was thinking to himself, "Why would she do that? Were they on sale?" And then he realized what had happened. Yep, that's my Hubby.