After my lovely morning freak out, we went home, ate some lunch, and put Mayzie down for her afternoon nap. I put on a movie for Annika and set about calming myself. Some days this is a herculean task, but Annika cuddles usually help.
When Mayzie got up from her nap, I took the girls to Once Upon a Child in search of some clothes for our very quickly growing Annika. (She’s 4 and ½ years old and wearing size 6 clothing from the girls’ section and about to burst into size 1 in kid’s shoes.) I found a few things for her while the girls played in the kiddie corral that they have set up inside the store. (Why doesn’t EVERY store have this?) I paid for our things and wrestled the kids out to the car. I buckled Annika into her seat, and started buckling Mayzie in her seat as she started throwing a fit about not wanting to be in the car. All of the sudden, I hear a thud and the door closes on my legs and whacks me in the butt hard enough to push me in close enough to kiss Mayzie’s face.
I quickly assessed that the car next to ours had started pulling out and had hit my open car door. I finished buckling the carseat as I saw in my peripheral vision that the car had stopped, and backed out slowly to feel out whether I was hurt or not. I wasn’t. I got out, and as my hand found the door to close and started to push, the car abruptly pulled away. This all happened in the span of about 10 seconds. I was flabbergasted. Did that driver seriously just hit me, realize it, stop long enough to contemplate what to do, and then drive away without even checking on me?
I reacted by laughing and letting out a fierce roar at the sky with my fists raised to the sky. “RRROOOOOOAAAARRRR!! IT IS MY BIIIRRTHDAAAY!!!!”
No, I didn’t get her license plate number. No, I didn’t call the police. No, I have no idea if there was actually any damage to my very well dented and scratched 10+ year old car. Probably not, but that wasn’t the point. I did see a giant yellow cross magnet on the back of her car as she drove away and thought, “That sure wasn’t very Christian of you lady!”
I got in the car and laughed hysterically. Annika asked if I was ok. I said yes and we drove to my MIL’s house where I recounted the story to her. She didn’t think it was very funny. She was pretty busy cooking us a fabulous birthday dinner of Fajitas and Flan, exactly as we requested. (She’s pretty awesome like that.)
The results of the birthday challenge: Universe 1-Mama Melch 1
Alternatively you could say that I scored a 50% on the test, which is failing, but I’m choosing to take the more positive outlook this time. If it is all about attitude, perhaps it is time I change mine.