Jinxed

The joke is certainly on me. Remind me not to EVER write a glowing blog entry about how GREAT my life is EVER again. M'kay?

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 such an ass kisser so nice.) As I was pulling out of the grocery store (Mrs. Chicky will totally be able to picture this scenario), I was in the right hand lane, but was going to make a left turn. (Totally allowed, by the way.) When the light turned green, I started to pull out to turn left. The car to the left of me was also turning left, but stopped suddenly and leaned on his horn. Why? Because a dumb old lady bitch driver was running the red light. That car on my left was blocking my view, so imagine my surprise as all of a sudden I was t-boned. Hit directly on my driver's side door.

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.

Eventually, the speed demon woman came over to me. And the first thing she said was, "Well, the light was yellow..." !!! Yep. That's what she said. Not "Are you okay?" Not "I'm so sorry." So although I was shaken up, I retorted, "Well, my light was green, so yours certainly wasn't yellow." And then she walked away. Grrr.....

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 assess the damage comfort me.) When the policeman was done with the paperwork, he indicated to Hubby and me that the bitch woman was going to be issued a citation for running the red light. Damn right. Hubby drove the broken car home. Me? I sobbed all the way home in the SUV.

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 water wine. The left side of my back is a bit sore, and I have a hunch (get it? hunch? back?) that tomorrow it will be worse.

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.