I should start by saying that after my head wound, the following week our cat, Jessie, had a massive abscess on her belly that required 13 staples. Justin said, “is this going to be a weekly thing? Are we just going to keep having bad Fridays?
Bad things happen in 3s, so this should be the last of it.
I will start by saying we are all ok.
Yesterday, Xander had gymnastics. Justin and I take turns driving him, but since Shea wanted to go dress shopping (she’s decided she wants to wear more dresses), we all went, so we could stop at the mall after gymnastics.
Dresses were purchased. Bracelets were purchased. We were on our way home. Since we live pretty far off the beaten path, our drive home requires around 15 miles on a country highway. As we were coming up to a church, I saw a car waiting to take a left turn from a side street. When suddenly, a gold SUV came flying up on the car’s right side and…HOLY SHIT IT’S TURNING LEFT!
I swerved as best I could, without ending up in oncoming traffic. But it was no use. We were hit. And spinning. Or rolling. I wasn’t entirely sure. It felt like we were a pinball, being shot between other vehicles on the road. It turns out we were actually rolling across the highway. We slid a bit. And finally stopped. Upright (which is probably why I thought we had only been hit a lot). “Is everyone ok?!?!”
The kids were in the back. In car seats. Folks, if there was ever a reason to keep your children in car seats as long as possible, this is it. Our children were in high-back booster seats, with seat belts, and they have cuts and bruises. That’s it. They asked if they could please get out of the car.
Justin was in the passenger seat. That’s right–I was driving (insert “female driver” jokes here). And he was hyperventilating. “Are you ok?!” One part of me was thinking, “oh my God, he’s been impaled, or seriously injured,” and the other part of me was thinking, “stop making that obnoxious noise!”
“Are you ok!?” He finally responded. “I can’t breathe. It hurts to breathe.” But as fast as he was saying it, he was unbuckling and jumping into the back of the van.
Outside the vehicle I hear, “is everyone ok?!” I finally took it all in. We were sitting upright, in the grass on the opposite side of the road. “We’re fine!”
