Can't blame it on the kids

I was running late this morning. Pushed the garage door button, started the car, checked the clock: 9:04. Pre-school drop-off starts at 9:00. Put the car in reverse, release the brake, check the rearview mirror, hit the gas...maybe a little too hard in my quest to make up for the 10 minutes that had somehow escaped me this morning. CRUNCH$%@CRASH*&^%CRACKLE. Although I did not notice either the motor noise from the rising garage door or the door itself still visible in the rear view mirror, it was in fact still there! Yes it was. And I smacked it good. Bent up the entire bottom panel and popped it completely out of the track. The door won't budge a bit in either direction.



The "spoiler" thingy on the top of my rear door is busted and the brake light fell out.



It startled me and the boys started crying because it scared them. Then Cooper realized it meant he wasn't going to school today so he cried some more. Later, he told me that we have sidewalks so we could still walk to school. Yeah right. I am soo ticked/pissed/mad at myself I just can't seem to snap out of it.

Upon closer inspection of the spoiler-thingy I could see where the contact was made. After applying some scientific theory analysis formula that I have osmosed (is that a word?) from my MBA student hubby, I have concluded that a time delay equal to "1 freakin'one-thousand" would have saved me some big-time frustration.



I spend most days at home but it's totally different being trapped here. Today I was going to run a couple of frivolous errands. I'm a total "happened for a reason" girl. So I've been thinking about how being stuck at home may have prevented something else from happening today. And I totally figured it out: God really did not want me to buy Abbie any more Webkinz.

4:00- The garage door repairman came to check it out. He's seen much worse. He and Tim got the van outside and put the door down. Less than $200 to fix. That's a relief, but we haven't priced the spoiler-thingy yet either.

Cooper is such a sweet boy. He's my "pleaser" child. He tugged at my pant leg and looked up at me nodding his head knowingly, "It's gonna be alright Mommy. It goes up and down now. Daddy fixed it, see." He just gave me that grin of his and my heart melted. He knew I was upset about it all day. I still sort of am but I'm getting over it. It helped when I got this YouTube video email from my friend.