I have been relishing in the aftermath and pondering random thoughts...
When I leave solo like I did that evening...I most certainly always take the Mr.'s car. This time I never hesitated to take my own. I turned around after walking out the door only to return back to the bathroom where my babes were bathing to make sure I told them all how very much I loved them. I even questioned why I went back....since remember I do have a 1 yr old with separation anxiety. Shortly after I arrived at my destination...I received a text from the Mr. He insisted I leave early and come back home. That wasn't possible. I even shunned him off and didn't return his text. I'm lucky. I'm jumpy. I'm nervous. I pass cars on the road and wonder to myself if my incident occured to them would they be safe in what they are driving. Nothing much matters now. I'll find something else safe to drive. I'll worry about that when its necessary. I'll figure the rest of the details out as I receive phone calls. I'll handle things in strides. My spirits are high if you're wondering how I'm mentally perceiving things. My heart is broken for the devastating piece of the situation but I'm here and I'm alive and I'm surrounded by tiny people who adore me and need me and would be lost without me. My husband worships me. Apparently he was observed filling up a water bottle for me in case I was thirsty when he arrived at the accident. My babes randomly ask questions. Where is the ambulance now that drove me to the hospital? What happened when I got there? Where's our car? How come Daddy wasn't able to get the Christmas carols out of the CD player? I'm happy to answer all of their burning questions. I knew that I had great friends and great family and a great support system...but it my wildest thoughts I never would have imagined the concern and care I've witnessed. It fills my heart!! And one last thing. Get yourself a Honda.
When I leave solo like I did that evening...I most certainly always take the Mr.'s car. This time I never hesitated to take my own. I turned around after walking out the door only to return back to the bathroom where my babes were bathing to make sure I told them all how very much I loved them. I even questioned why I went back....since remember I do have a 1 yr old with separation anxiety. Shortly after I arrived at my destination...I received a text from the Mr. He insisted I leave early and come back home. That wasn't possible. I even shunned him off and didn't return his text. I'm lucky. I'm jumpy. I'm nervous. I pass cars on the road and wonder to myself if my incident occured to them would they be safe in what they are driving. Nothing much matters now. I'll find something else safe to drive. I'll worry about that when its necessary. I'll figure the rest of the details out as I receive phone calls. I'll handle things in strides. My spirits are high if you're wondering how I'm mentally perceiving things. My heart is broken for the devastating piece of the situation but I'm here and I'm alive and I'm surrounded by tiny people who adore me and need me and would be lost without me. My husband worships me. Apparently he was observed filling up a water bottle for me in case I was thirsty when he arrived at the accident. My babes randomly ask questions. Where is the ambulance now that drove me to the hospital? What happened when I got there? Where's our car? How come Daddy wasn't able to get the Christmas carols out of the CD player? I'm happy to answer all of their burning questions. I knew that I had great friends and great family and a great support system...but it my wildest thoughts I never would have imagined the concern and care I've witnessed. It fills my heart!! And one last thing. Get yourself a Honda.
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