{sweet thangs} day 7

Within the past 2 weeks I have gotten into 2 minor collisions.

{both inside my garage}

When pulling into my garage, I was manuvering around a trailer and a rhino.

{that i now share the garage with}

And...

I hit the garage cabinet.

{barely}

It must have been the "sweet spot" on the cabinet because they snapped in half and the contents of the cabinets

{sleeping bags, chairs, etc.}

came spilling out onto the garage floor.

Last Sunday, when pulling the rhino into its parking spot

{for which there is no wiggle room}

It started to stall, so I pulled the choke.

It lurched forward and Slammed into the drywall in the gargage.

Leaving a gaping hole.

So, as we pulled the rhino in from church today and I parked it without incident,

Ash and Hal said, "good job mom! You didn't even hit anything!!"

After giggling, I told them they were overeacting.

I have only hit it once.

{and there have been countless successful parking events}

After a change of clothes, we head over to my parents.

{'cuz its mikeys birthday}

he is 21. for reals.

We stayed and talked and laughed.

I round up the reluctant rugrats to head home.

After loading them in the car, I try to convince Tate to buckle his seatbelt as I back out of the driveway.

Just then...

{we crash into their camp trailer that was temporarily parked in the driveway}

I look back to see the trailer rolling away...quickly.

Ash yells, "MOM, ITS GETTING AWAY!"

I throw my car into Park, unlock the doors and jump out to stop the trailer.

{there is an irrigation ditch accross the street...this could get bad}

Luckily the gravel drive stopped the trailer before I got to it.

I look at the damage on the trailer.

An entire corner is in pieces.

{crap}

So, I take the walk of shame inside to tell my mom what I have done.

Luckily, she is married to my dad.

{and has had alot of practice reacting well to collisions}

She calmly says, "no big deal"

{and walks out with me to survey the damage}

I am crying, because I feel so bad!
Once she sees the corner

{on the floor}

She chuckles and tells me it was left in the drive way for repair

{because my dad had damaged both corners on their last camping trip}

I felt a litle less bad, but why did I have to be the one to shatter it?

Then it occured to me that my car might have damage.

{my previous 2 incidents left no evidence on my burb or rhino}

{this time I wasn't so lucky}

There are some scratches and a mini dent.

I was still crying when I got home and told Jake.

He just shook his head and chuckled.

{apparently he is getting the same practice my mom has had}

So, on day 7,my simple pleasure is being given teh "opportunity" to learne from my mistakes and having a mom and honey who realize I am not perfect and that stuff is just stuff.

I learned that...

1. When you send your husband a text message in the middle of the workday that reads

"there was a collision, we are all fine, but there was a casualty"

{in reference to garage cabinets}

He will leave an important meeting without explanation and try to get to us.

{woops}

2.Texting him when he is still in a church meeting {and feeling the spirit} that you have slammed his rhino into the garage drywall, he doesn't get mad, only concerned for the rhinos well being.

3. I hope chevy might make a sharpie marker in "charcoal" that I can color in the scratches on my burb.

4. I have darling children that are learning to laugh at my mistakes.

5. And of course, always watch what I am doing while driving.

I am not perfect. Today was a "great opportunity" to be reminded of that.

:)