I know this is late but today was one of those days and I am just getting over it all. I got up and got everyone ready to get Alana to school. I had kept a Zipcar overnight and used it to get to a diner for breakfast. While the three of us sat and ate breakfast (Asherah had some toast) the Zipcar was hit outside. I was paying the bill and as usual someone was saying hello to Asherah and laughing and giggling with her. The woman looked at me and asked, “Are you driving a Zipcar?” I answered yes and she said, “It just got hit. I saw you with the baby and I saw the car seat and it clicked she said.” I ran outside and sure enough, someone had hit the Zipcar.
He was a nice young man. Most probably a student or recent graduate of Pratt. He was very honest and even though he wanted to just handle the situation between him and myself, I had to tell him I couldn’t because it was not my car. He understood and we both got our needs met. He realized that I did not take it personally and we got to chatting about this and that and I kept repeating to him, “Shit happens.” It does, it happens all the time. It is how we respond that determines if more shit will happen.
I played with my daughters, smiled and laughed at Alana’s insistence that she not go to school at all and at Asherah’s grunts. I got extra time with my daughters, lots of sun, and a chance to calm down, relax and do nothing (we waited almost an hour for cops to come for the accident report). I lost an hour worth of errand time so I actually had to get a plan to get everything done ASAP. I got everything done and feel really good about that.
Truthfully though, I survived it with grace and a smile. I liked my attitude so much today that I reflect with a big fat grin!
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