Last week I went to Kansas City on a solo excursion to see my family. I couldn't wait to get home. But, when I finally did, I realized I didn't feel too well. Perhaps the arctic freeze of the Hilton hotel rooms mixed with snot and daycare germs from my sister's children were a little to much for immune system to handle.
I managed to go to work the next day, there was so much to catch up on and I had been called, paged, emailed and hunted down on my time off. I wanted to make an appearance even though my throat hurt and my head was killing me.
By Noon, I couldn't take it anymore. I succumbed and went to the doctor. Verdict? Double ear infection and strep throat. Good times. I haven't had an ear infection since I was a kid and I remember how awful they felt and how miserable I was.
That came later. I had to take two days off work and I consistently got worse and worse. My throat was on fire. The antibiotics didn't help. But, I believe I slept for 15 hours straight, got up to go to the bathroom, and slept for 8 more.
By Saturday I was feeling better. At least, I was among the living. I wanted to do something. I wanted to feel alive and do something as a family. P-A-R-K? W-A-L-K?
I swear Kaeli can spell, because she bounded for the door, so excited that momma had gotten out of bed.
While I was gone, my husband was a busy man. One of the many things he did was completely organize our garage - to the point where we could fit both cars in our two-car garage. This is a feat that hasn't been accomplished since we moved into our house.
Usually I park in the garage, somewhere in the middle and my husband parks behind me, to the right. It's routine. It's a setup to which I have grown accustomed.
Rick had parked in the driveway on the left side and my car was to the far right side of the garage. We loaded the girls up and Rick waited for me in the driveway since he couldn't open the passenger side door.
"You girls excited? We going to the park? Yeah!"
I looked out my right side, careful not to hit the newly-hung bicycles or the recycle bin. I looked at Rick and just kept backing out, with no care in the world. Then I heard it.
"Crrrrrrrrrrunch."
Wow, that was a large stick, I stupidly thought to myself.
Then I saw Rick's reaction. Hands covered his face. Anger? No. Surprise? Yes.
I put the car in park and stepped into the garage to see what the noise was. Not a twig. Not a branch. Not a tree. Not a damn thing in the driveway...except MY HUSBAND'S CAR!!!
As though I had a head-on collision at 50 miles per hour, I took out his right, front corner - pulled three big bolts and a whole bunch of other parts right off his car. I demolished my left, rear corner - pulled the bottom part of the bumper right off the wheel base. And let's not forget the deep scratches.
It takes talent to wreck TWO of your cars in one outing. I literally killed TWO birds with one stone. I screamed. I cried. I laughed. I blamed the ear infections - they mess with one's equilibrium, right? But, in the end, there is nothing that could be done. So, we went to the P-A-R-K.
Good thing the girls enjoyed themselves, because that was hands down, the most costly trip to the park ever. And I thought Disney World was expensive.
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