Something is going on with me lately. I wish I could say that I didn’t know what it is… but I do. In five days, my car’s rear bumper has suffered 3 times… and 2 of the 3 has been my fault! How could this happen? I’m not a speeder, I don’t usually get pulled over well, 3 times in 10 years, and I try to take care of my car minus the kid’s cheerios and crumbs.
Last Thursday I closed my garage door on my own car. Stupid, I know. Around 6:30pm, evening rush hour, I was trying to get the kids to eat dinner, get ready for baths, cook my dinner, fold laundry, and begin packing lunches for the next day (and I’m sure a few other things I just can’t remember). I suddenly realized I had not closed the garage door, so I pushed the remote from inside my kitchen. Two hours later I went to get something from my car… and I nearly passed out. The garage door was closed half way with my tailgate as the stopper. OH NO!!
This morning, while I was either working out or in a meeting, my poor car suffered again. Someone hit the back bumper… and NO note. What could I do? Who would I get mad at? No one.
To top it off, this afternoon I backed out of my garage and hit my mother in law’s car. She was parked midway on my driveway… where there isn’t usually ever a parked car. Where was I going in a hurry? Nowhere. I was bringing my laptop to get repaired but definitely not in a hurry. I was functioning on autopilot; therefore, I did not see her car. I called my husband and cried all the way to the computer place and then called my mom all cried on the way home. By the time I got home, I must have looked horrible my mother in law saw my face and thought something awful happened (like an accident or theft). I had to tell her that I hit her car on the way out! Mortifying. Thank goodness she brushed it off because someone else had hit her earlier this week in the same spot! After apologizing profusely, I told her that I would get it fixed (my car will have to wait).
Whoever said that all bad things come in threes… I couldn’t agree with you more.
The problem? My brain hurts. Seriously. In addition to parenting, being the maid, cook, shopper, and household-CFO, I also work part time and have been mentally drained for the past two months trying to work on the start-up company and get my product manufactured. I swore after each of my children that I could feel my brain cells slipping away slowly… and no matter how often I’ve been told that the brain cells do come back… I feel like I’ve checked in to brain-cell-rehab-supercharged.
Yes, it’s just a bumper. Yes, it’s just a car. A car that I’ve slaved to pay off in 21months. The humor in the story? I couldn’t find it until my kids told me “the car will feel better soon mom, we fixed it.”
Repair estimate $800
Finding Humor in Your Freaked-out-moments: Priceless.
Thank You Sofia & Alex.
The Woody, Buzz, Aurora, Cinderella and the big-daddy band-aids will fix it for now!