On Friday I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I was making dinner around 7:00 p.m. when I heard a very loud bang outside my house. When my husband and I looked out our front door to investigate we were horrified to discover someone had crashed their car right into ours.
Thankfully no one involved in the accident was seriously injured, but our car was totaled. Now, as we wait on police reports and insurance and a rental car, we’re relying on the kindness of friends and family for trips to the grocery store and Costco, and we are frantically searching for a new car.
It’s a lot, on top of all of our other anxieties as we prepare for a new baby – not to mention all the errands we planned on running last weekend that weren’t possible. It’s part of a recent string of unexpected expenses and stressors, including a roof leak after Ida ripped through Philadelphia that will cost a few thousand dollars to fix. On top of everything the car incident happened the weekend of our wedding anniversary.
Here’s a picture of Apollo begging for attention at dinner time (and not actually begging for the food).
I gave in and pet him. As I always do.