TheMommyBlog

I don't even have the energy to go into why this is so bad but if you've been around a while, you'll see the overall pattern. You know, the one that looks like a giant turd.

I was sitting at the curb for school pickup today and was the first car in line–the one you'd have to turn in front of to enter the school parking lot–when a very nice lady came around in her large black SUV and took my bumper off.

Two of the parents who were there the last time that happened were there again today, slack-jawed. Both parents wondered how I could be so cursed–they've each known me for years-and how I was I ever going to pull out of this spiral. The kids were full of questions and all got out to gape at the headlight hanging by a wire. I started to cry. Stupid crying.

When we got home, all three children hugged me and said they were sorry something else happened. Logan asked when I would be getting paid. Daphne brought me her bunny to hold.

After a while, she crawled into my lap and said, "At least your face isn't so red anymore, and I can tell you're starting to calm down."

Dylan touched a finger to my face. "I can still see a tear."