I left my home this week with six kids in my car. The five that always follow me around and one from next door. I was taking them all to the pool to swim because I mostly wanted them to stop wrecking my house.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I didn’t look out the back window. Nor did I glance at the rear view mirror. Nor did I check out the rear view camera.
What I did find time to do was slam into a car parked on the street.
I could have just sped off but I believe in owning up to one’s mistakes. And I had 6 eyewitnesses in the car. Although I don’t think 6 month old Cash would have said a word. He knows where his bread is buttered.
The important thing to do when notifying your spouse about a fender bender is to really make it out to be much worse than it is.
First, you send a photo of the damage..
And then you send a real photo of the damage…
Now it doesn’t seem so bad, right?
Rick was great about it and said, something like, “Well, this kind of thing just happens. Don’t beat yourself up.”
The thing is – it never just happens to Rick. It’s like he has some sort of magical power (like looking out his windows) to avoid other cars.
I mean, I was the one who messed up our Highlander about two days before we were scheduled to trade it in for the glorious, golden hued minivan.
And no offense to the entire state of Florida, but I really thought someone would hit me first here. I’ve noticed that Floridians like to drive fast and furious. Add in the fact that dead palm tree leaves are always crashing unexpectedly to the ground and someone was bound to side swipe me or something.
But no. I beat them all to it. I’ve always been an overachiever like that.
Now of course, my kids are all about the back seat driving. Every time, we pull out of the driveway, 3 1/2 year-old Chase says, “Mom, don’t hit anything.”
Preschoolers should really teach driver’s ed.