For those of you who have been following along you know that we’ve had a rough 2016. Gus has been sick pretty much non stop which often involves us being sick. MRSA, ear infection, constant cold and now we have entered the world of pink eye. Two victims claimed already and I am guessing I am next. We seriously cannot catch a break.
We used money from our tax return to fence in our front yard. In some ways it feels frivolous to me and in others it was something that had to happen. Gus needs to run. He needs to be busy and active and most days that involves him tearing apart every inch of our house while I watch in awe and wonder why I thought this kid thing was a good idea. But now we enter a sunny time and we can let him run outdoors without the fear of him running into the road. It needed to happen. It is not a luxury. The neighbors would have stared if we just put a rope between the two trees in our yard and tied him to it. And the trees are super close together so it would have been pointless anyway. So we got the fence built and it sure is pretty and sure did cost $500 more than the estimate.
I did the math. We were starting this month $151 in the red.
And then I smashed the car.
On my way to work this morning I got in an accident. I am okay although now a bit sore. But I have a wicked cough, the kind that makes your whole body hurt, so who knows if that is it. The accident was my fault. I was on the highway (after dropping Gus off) and it was stop and go traffic and the car in front of me stopped and I goed. Our car has some serious damage, theirs is fine. I managed to drive it to a nearby dealership who suggest I tow it to their collision center a half mile away because it shouldn’t be driven. I did, it lives there, and some day soon someone is going to call me about fixing it.
I made the insurance claim and cried to so many strangers in person and on the phone. The next step was getting a rental car which the dealership does. I go in, the nice lady is helpful, and she asks for my credit card and license. Things I don’t have. Things I don’t have because two weeks ago Lesley lost my wallet. Week one was hoping we’d find it, week two was trying to find time to go to the DMV. So here I am, at the dealership, no way to rent a car. I’m displeased with Lesley (Note: People look at your strange when they ask for you license and you pause then say, “I am going to fucking murder her.”) and calling her on the phone. I (not so nicely) explain the situation. She comes on the bus from work (an hour commute), she rents the car, and we head home to get stuff for me to go get my license.
Online it says you need your birth certificate. I keep mine in the “E for Emily” file folder. Which was not in the file cabinet. Or anywhere in the house. We search. We search. Half hour passes when I remember that we have a fire safe. It’s in there, of course. We go to the DMV, get my license, add me to the rental car so I can pick Gus up from daycare. (We had a friend lend us a carseat until our new one arrives. You can’t use a car seat after an accident. [What this means varies by seat but our seat’s policy is any accident and seat is no good.] I ordered his new seat today and it will get here Tuesday. Insurance will reimburse me.)
So we wait to hear about the car. We have a $500 deductible. Remember how we were already $151 in the red due to fence? Yeah. Take a look at that math.
The fence + car means we definitely can’t go to New York this summer. A trip we have been planning for over a year. A trip to see my best friend who has a one year old I have never met and I have a one year old she has never met. I can’t even begin to talk about this whole part of things now.
It’s 9 pm and Lesley is in bed because she feels terrible. I’m finishing this and feeding the dog and heading there. Our house is a mess. My dad comes for the weekend tomorrow. I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake up with pink eye.