Needless to say, I woke up feeling a little anxious this day. Sad, regretful, so many things. I decided this was the day I get off my butt and take care of business! Loaded the kids up, headed out to the most horrible place in the world...the DMV. My license was expired, so I thought I should go get it renewed, and maybe being pissed of at the employees there for something stupid that was bound to happen would take my mind off the Grandma and Dad thoughts. Not that I EVER stop thinking about them, but on this day especially...I needed some different thoughts. You have no idea!
After battling construction traffic for about 40 minutes, we made it! Unloaded the babies, and I had my wonderful Kenni there to help me...she was working for a milkshake that day. Got them all out, carted them in there. Oh wait! Forgot my mail, you know proof of address. Got back to the car, grabbed it...here we go again! Get in line, check. Tell the lady why you're here, check. Give her the necessary documents, check. How much? I asked. She says $30. We take anything but Visa. Of course, I didn't have my check book nor do I have any other card than Visa, and who the hell carries cash these days? I left, mad. But if my memory serves me right, I was not thinking of any family.
On my way back home, Kenni reminded me to stop for her milkshake! LOL, she never forgets anything! So we're going..eastbound on the street. Construction, lane closures, fun. It's 11:45, lunch traffic. Yay. We're approaching a light, going 35 miles an hour. There's a black car going westbound on the same street we're on. Normal right? Uh hmm. Til he decides he wants to turn southbound at the intersection directly in front of me about 2 car lengths distance away. BAM! T-bone. Loudest noise I have ever heard, silence...wait for it...SCREAMING CHILDREN. Airbag dust everywhere, I am bleeding, my kids are all hysterically crying. I'm seeing red, and panicking. Kenni quickly jumps out to grab Big C, and I do the same with Little C behind me. We are all ok. I'm bleeding, hyperventilating, and can hardly feel my legs...but I'm holding two babies now and I'm fine. I call my husband 10 times before he answers the phone...finally, he must know something is wrong.
I swear it was 40 seconds and cops and ambulances were everywhere. My legs were tore up, bruised all over, and I had a pretty nice gash on my arm from the airbag. Kenni was fine, completely, and Little C bit his tongue. As I'm still freaking out, trying to calm myself down and be the supporting mother for my kids, I look up and see my knight in shining armour running like a bat out of hell across the street for us. It became very real to me, by the look on his face, that this whole fucking situation was bad.
To make a long story short, (shut up) it's now two weeks later and although I'm still bruised and my boys will not stop talking about "our car crash" I'm alive and well. My car is not, it is totaled. I have been going through a shit ton of playing around with these insurance companies to get my car paid for, and move on with my life. I will, but...
Now I have another terrible memory to add to the collection for this damn day of July 11th. I'm sorry brother, I still love you though.