This IS Valentine's Day, right?
Then why am I so depressed? Well, maybe it's because I side-swiped a light pole last night with my car, ripping my driver's side mirror off and denting up the driver's side doors.
Yes, that's right--I'd like to say that light pole came right out of nowhere and ran right into me. The fact is, I just didn't see it in the dark bank parking lot after visiting the ATM. As I was trying to turn back onto the side street to head to Wendy's to meet my husband for supper, I heard the crunching sound and finally realized what happened.
I pulled back into the parking lot and called Bryan, who had to leave the chiropractor's office and come see the damage. As I was waiting for him to arrive, I had a severe breakdown in front of my girls. I cried, I screamed, I wailed. I think I scared them. Then I felt bad for that. Then I was embarrassed trying to keep from crying while the policeman took down a report and made sure I wasn't drunk or had stolen the car.
This has been a very trying two weeks for me. No one thing in itself was devastating, but it has just cumulated until I think I'm going insane. Add the events to one very hormonal, emotional, almost-ready-to-pop pregnant woman, and it's not pretty.
So, despite worrying how in the world we're going to pay to get the damage fixed, I am trying to go on with life today and not ruin the day for the rest of my family. I fixed sausage, biscuits, and eggs for everyone this morning, took Meg and her Valentine box to school (two hours delayed), went to Wal-Mart to do more stocking up and got some other errands done, and am going to Meg's Valentine party at kindergarten in about an hour. Hopefully sometime tonight, I'll get to pop open the sparking cider I bought for hubby and me and cuddle with him a while.
What I really want to do is just hide under my covers and pretend I'm not here, but I have to get a grip and keep on going.
If you happen to see me, just don't bring up the car. I'll probably have another breakdown in front of you, and that's just embarrassing. I'll take prayers though...lots and lots of those. And maybe a hug or two.
8 comments:
I'll be praying for you! The last two weeks have been crazy and I'm sure it's worse when you're 9 months pregnant.
You dear sweet thing! I know you are just so ready for this baby to come already. Take a deep breath, there WILL be another day. You will tell someone someday about when you banged the car, had a meltdown and screamed and cried. Believe it or not, you will laugh.
Hang in there and keep pressing on.
This really will not last forever.
Love you---praying for you.
Cindy
What?!?!?! Bless your heart and thank goodness none of you were hurt. By they way...it's ok to have a meltdown from time to time. Love ya!!!
Thanks for the support, friends.
I feel the after effects of a meltdown today...headache and an achy throat.
I'm ready to get out of the valley and laugh at the journey already!
Hope you get your quiet time with your hubby! Sorry to hear about your accident. I have done that before, but I hit one of those big poles in a parking garage, fully lit and all! I think it happens to the best of us.
When I talked to you today I had no idea you'd had such a bad experience. You always seem so cool and calm. You know if you ever need a break you can call me and I'll come get the girls and let them play over here for a while. All you have to do is call - I promise I won't think a thing of it! Love ya and praying for you!
We all have meltdowns from time to time and banging up the car is a good reason. I took out our mailbox back when I had a Jeep. I felt like such an idiot because it was ALL my fault. I had to have quite a bit of work done and it just made me sick to even think about it.
The last week of pregnancy are the worst! Hopefully that sweet little boy will be here soon and the madness will pass!
I'm sure the breakdown is just the release you needed. The past couple of weeks have been horribly stressful on everyone. I know I've even had guilt over my house not being damaged--silly I know. Emotions are a funny thing. Add hormones and two small kids--whew, makes me tired just thinking about it!
Now to sit back and picture the cop trying to determine if you were drunk because you were hysterical, why that just made me smile because I have no doubt you were a sight. (Laughing with love in the humor.)
You eat those chocolates and those cheese coney dogs and you take care of you for the next few days. You deserve them.
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