A Season of Ummm, Procrastination
Okay, it's now January 7th and my Season Of series lasted a whopping four days....I did have the best of intentions, honestly I did, but you know, things just happen....the holidays were not the peaceful, placid season that I'd fantasized about, but they were good and we were all together and the girls got to see a large part of both sides of their family, so that is certainly something to be joyful about. Interspersed with the usual parties, crazed present-buying, insane amount of eating, we had a few other things going on. Sometime, around the 7th, I managed to really mess up my back, like to the point I couldn't walk. A non-walking mother and two kids under four is not a good combination, so we had to call in reinforcements, namely in the shape of the saints that are my grandparents and my sister-in-law, Becky. My grandmother sat with the girls and my grandfather drove me to the doctor's office where I drug myself, almost literally crawling, into the exam room, where the doctor diagnosed a bulging disk and thankfully prescribed a muscle relaxer and some heavy-dose Ibuprofen. Becky came the next morning and stayed several days and between the medicine and the ability to rest, I was able to get around fairly well by that weekend. Finally, finally, a few days ago, the pain seems to be completely gone and I'm back to all my pre-bulging disk activities...But, that was hardly the most "exciting" thing that happened in December....I wrote this entry below on the 4th of December - this was our biggest adventure...
December 4th
Here's my picture for the day:
This is our car, on Tuesday after Steve was broadsided by a lady who ran a stop sign. We got the call later in the week that the insurance company considers it a "total loss", meaning they'll pay us the value of the car, but not the cost to fix it, since the damage was extensive enough that they think it doesn't warrant fixing. Not exactly the way that you want to start off the holiday season! And while my heart starts beating at a frantic pace when I think about the fact that we're going to have another car payment (yep, the little civic was completely paid off, but there aren't many, if any, cars that you can buy with the amount the insurance gave us of for it) and I kind of rail at the fairness fairies that the wreck wasn't even Steve's fault. Why should we have to be the ones who have to replace our car, at Christmas of all times? But all my foot-stomping and pouting doesn't change the result - the fairness fairies are famous for not budging when you rail at them....
Overriding everything else that I'm feeling, though, is tha fact that I am incredibly thankful. I'm so thankful that Steve was able to swerve before the lady hit him, so she hit him on the passenger side - if he hadn't swerved, he'd have hit her head-on going 45 mph and I suspect if that had been the case, he wouldn't have walked away from the accident, completely unhurt. like he did (in fact, he had the girls and I come pick him up and take him on to work within an hour of the wreck - talk about dedication). Gracie kept asking about going to see the car (we had to go to the body shop where they towed it to take the picture) - she was so fascinated by the whole ordeal. I'm thankful that she was only fascinated instead of being involved it. Steve was alone in the care I'm so thankful for that - the accident happened the block before the girls' old daycare. I'm so incredibly thankful that Steve was able to call me himself - it could have been so much worse and the call about the accident could have come from a state trooper or someone at a hospital. In the end, a car is just a car - we can get another one. Money is just money - we'll make it with the additional car payment - I can stop drinking Diet Dr. Pepper to help (haven't I promised that before?
) and we can eat beans a couple of times a week to make up the difference if we have to. But, a husband is not just a husband. Steve is, in my heart and mind, completely irreplaceable. I'm thankful, too, that we had a safe car. If you look closely in the picture, you can see the side impact beams that were underneath the doors - they took the full force of the wreck and we believe that even if the girls had been in the car, they'd have been scared but unscathed. Yep, there's a lot to be thankful for in that picture!
December 4th
Here's my picture for the day:
This is our car, on Tuesday after Steve was broadsided by a lady who ran a stop sign. We got the call later in the week that the insurance company considers it a "total loss", meaning they'll pay us the value of the car, but not the cost to fix it, since the damage was extensive enough that they think it doesn't warrant fixing. Not exactly the way that you want to start off the holiday season! And while my heart starts beating at a frantic pace when I think about the fact that we're going to have another car payment (yep, the little civic was completely paid off, but there aren't many, if any, cars that you can buy with the amount the insurance gave us of for it) and I kind of rail at the fairness fairies that the wreck wasn't even Steve's fault. Why should we have to be the ones who have to replace our car, at Christmas of all times? But all my foot-stomping and pouting doesn't change the result - the fairness fairies are famous for not budging when you rail at them....
Overriding everything else that I'm feeling, though, is tha fact that I am incredibly thankful. I'm so thankful that Steve was able to swerve before the lady hit him, so she hit him on the passenger side - if he hadn't swerved, he'd have hit her head-on going 45 mph and I suspect if that had been the case, he wouldn't have walked away from the accident, completely unhurt. like he did (in fact, he had the girls and I come pick him up and take him on to work within an hour of the wreck - talk about dedication). Gracie kept asking about going to see the car (we had to go to the body shop where they towed it to take the picture) - she was so fascinated by the whole ordeal. I'm thankful that she was only fascinated instead of being involved it. Steve was alone in the care I'm so thankful for that - the accident happened the block before the girls' old daycare. I'm so incredibly thankful that Steve was able to call me himself - it could have been so much worse and the call about the accident could have come from a state trooper or someone at a hospital. In the end, a car is just a car - we can get another one. Money is just money - we'll make it with the additional car payment - I can stop drinking Diet Dr. Pepper to help (haven't I promised that before?
) and we can eat beans a couple of times a week to make up the difference if we have to. But, a husband is not just a husband. Steve is, in my heart and mind, completely irreplaceable. I'm thankful, too, that we had a safe car. If you look closely in the picture, you can see the side impact beams that were underneath the doors - they took the full force of the wreck and we believe that even if the girls had been in the car, they'd have been scared but unscathed. Yep, there's a lot to be thankful for in that picture! 
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