Except today.
Cliff got a new phone so I'm considering changing my service to something cheaper so Alex can have a phone too. I figured today would be a great day to just run into metro real quick and get some info on my current plan, I even had notes to make sure I'd be fast.
After picking up the kids we turned onto the main street towards our only stop. Isaac noticed a helicopter and as I came to a dead stop at the red light he pointed so I could see it too.
I comment on it and look up to see the light turn green. We were about 10 cars back so it takes a couple seconds before I can...
BLAM!!!!!!!!!
I push my foot harder into my break petal but my car is still going forward. I hadn't even started removed my foot from the brake for the light change but my car rapidly gets closer to the Honda pilot in front of me until I impact with her rear.
"Oh shit!". Oops, my kids are in the car I shouldn't of said that.
What. The hell. Just happened????
Alex sounds worried as he vocalizes my thoughts.
The car I hit pulls off the road in front of me. I explain to the kids that we just got in an accident (not my fault like last time!) and try to move forward. Why am I not fretting over if the kids are okay? Maybe I did, but I wanted to make sure the situation was handled so I may have forgotten some mommy duties. I hear crunching and my car drops as I pull off of the Toyota Camry that just tried to park under my bumper.
The lady that I hit asks angrily why I hit her and in my defense I can do little more than point to the crumpled white car that pushed me into her and explain that my foot never left the brakes! The situation got real crazy real fast. The cause of the accident (aforementioned white car) claimed to call the police, but really called her family. She said her information (insurance, phone number, etc) "was coming". I called highway patrol myself (pissed of the dispatcher, I'm sorry, but the two patrols were very nice) but when the crunchy car's entire family showed up saying they all had to leave because they had somewhere to be. Um... NO!
Minor panic sets in trying to explain that she has to stay but the family can leave. Her mom gives me her phone number (why do I need to call her mom?) but no one seems to have any insurance cards. I get her licence by some strange miracle and I was so grateful when CHP finally showed up.
Although the woman who slammed into me said she had no idea how it happened, apparently she admitted fault to the CHP.
It was a nightmare but everyone was able to walkaway and I'm so grateful for that. I don't mourn my car, my stuff, my back, or my neck. I mourn for my children.
I am sad that my oldest has told me that he's afraid to be in the car to drive even after I've explained that the car did exactly what it was supposed to do: keep us safe. He is the only other one actively complaining about pain in his neck and back and I pray that a night of sleep will make it go away.
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