the ultimate sacrifice

Let me preface this post by saying (for those of you who don’t know) that “bopp” is Amy’s blanket, and she loves it dearly.

I didn’t have the greatest day yesterday, and right before dinner Amy and I took a quick trip down to the grocery store to pick up something we needed for dinner. As I was backing out of our parking spot I heard and felt a loud crash, and I realized I’d hit a concrete light post that I had parked beside. That’s never a good thing, but it was the last thing I needed yesterday. I took a peek and for some odd reason I couldn’t see any damage, which was great, but I was shaken.

As I drove home I explained to Amy that I might cry when I told Daddy about hitting the post. I was near tears at that point and I knew telling him would be my turning point. I was trying to reassure her that I was fine, but just feeling a bit sad. There was a pause, and the next thing I heard from the back seat was: Mummy, you can borrow my bopp, but I’ll need it back before bedtime.

It’s nice to get reminders of what matters in this life, and the fact that my daughter was aware of my feelings and willing to lend me her most prized possession to help me feel better matters a lot to me.

a day i won’t soon forget

This morning we headed down to the Victoria Day Parade with the Verges. After an enjoyable couple of hours, Jen and I headed back to my car with the hungry girls so we could nurse them. I was parked on Burnside Road, which was busy because of the parade. The road was also wet from rain.

We had been sitting there for about ten minutes chatting and breastfeeding Amy and Carys when all of a sudden I heard a screech of tires behind us. I can’t remember if I looked in my mirror or if I actually turned around, but I caught a glimpse of a car headed straight for us. Then came the awful noise of cars crashing together, and we jolted forward, into the car parked ahead of us.

My first thought was Amy. I looked down and she appeared to be fine. My next thought was Jen and Carys. They both seemed fine as well. We both then leaped out of the car, very shaken up and angry. A woman with two adult passengers and two kids had hit us. Apparently traffic had slowed to a stop in front of her, and when she went to put on the brakes her gas pedal stuck, so she didn’t stop. She hit the car ahead of her, and then she bounced into us. I suspect she accidentally pressed the gas and the brake at the same time, but I can’t be sure.

No one was hurt, thank goodness. Someone not involved in the accident called 911, and an ambulance arrived shortly after the accident. I tried to call Greg, who was still watching the parade, but got his voice mail. Thankfully he showed up right before the ambulance did. The police and the fire truck arrived pretty quickly as well. The police took everyone’s statements, and the firefighters checked for any fluid leaks from the cars. Elliot thought it was all pretty cool, as he was oblivious to what had happened and was focussed on all the emergency vehicles. Probably a good thing.

Both Jen and I were (and still are) very shaken up. Mostly because we imagined what could have happened. If the car had been going faster, if we hadn’t been holding on to our kids, if I had been getting out of the car…it’s scary thinking of all the what ifs.

But we are all safe and sound. My neck and back are a bit sore, and I’ll probably be stiff tomorrow, but I don’t think it’s anything serious.

In addition to the emotional and physical impact, there is the practical impact. There is significant damage to the back of our car, and some (hopefully) minor damage to the front. Greg and I are due to go to the mainland on Friday, so we need a car that fits both car seats, our stuff and the dog. The car seats unfortunately don’t fit in our truck. So I’m hoping things go smoothly with ICBC, and we can get a suitable rental.

But again, thank goodness we are all unharmed. That is by far the most important thing.

phone down – permanently

The other night I was complaining to Greg about having to shell out the cash to replace my phone, and he made the suggestion that perhaps two people don’t need two cell phones. Hmmmm…good point! So we’ve decided not to replace my phone, and just see how it goes having one phone between us. Just wish we’d had the conversation before I bought the phone!

And tonight, Greg (who likes his electronic toys and has been carrying a cell phone since I’ve known him) generously referred to our remaining phone as ‘the phone’, instead of ‘my phone’.

But I have to say I do miss my little phone!

phone down

A few months back Greg started complaining about the fact that I didn’t have a reliable cell phone, and he kept bugging me about getting a new one. I resisted. After all, what did I care that the battery died two hours after recharging it? I hardly ever used the phone. But he was sick and tired of not being able to get a hold of me.

So a couple of months ago I caved, and went out and bought the cheapest phone I could. I got the Samsung a630. And after a day of using it I wondered why I’d waited so long. It really was quite handy to have a phone with a battery that lasted longer than two hours. Heck, it lasted days.

Yes, notice I’m using the past tense. The phone is no more. I was out for a walk today and when I got back to the car, I put it on the hood, thinking at the same time that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. But all I was doing was getting Sprout out of the backpack and into the car. I really couldn’t forget it in that short time. Apparently I can. I didn’t remember it until two hours later. At which time I was at home, late for a dentist appointment.

I decided that going back to the parking lot to look for it was worth the money I spent on it, so I called my dentist to see if it was okay if I was a bit late, and I went out to look for it. It was a long shot I know, and I didn’t find it. Who knows where it rolled off, what ran over it and who might have picked it up. I called it several times, and it sounded like it was still on (i.e. it didn’t go to the Telus recording right away), but no one answered, and I couldn’t hear it ringing as I looked for it.

So that all made me very late for my dentist appointment. I called to see if it was still worth coming in, and they said to come and they’d do what they had time for. This was also frustrating because it meant I’d have to arrange for Greg to take Elliot during the day again so I could have a second appointment. But turns out I had some good karma today as well, as the person with the appointment after me cancelled at the last minute so she was able to do my whole appointment.

But I sure am pissed at myself for being so stupid and distracted. Although at least I didn’t drive away without my child. 🙂

And just in case a certain reader who has known me for a while remembers a similar incident about ten years back…yes it’s true. This is the second time I’ve left a cell phone on the hood of a car.

face meets door

You know when someone with a black eye says they walked into a door and you don’t really believe them? Well, if you hear me say it, believe it. Well, technically the door came to me, not me to the door, but same idea.

I was getting into the car this morning, and when I opened the car door I opened it right into my face. The corner of it hit my check bone and my eye. Hard. It made a gross sound. I almost threw up it hurt so bad.

And now I’ve got a nice purple and red mark under my eye. Thankfully I wasn’t wearing my glasses, as I think it would have been a whole lot worse, both for my face and the glasses.