It was a typical Monday morning. Wake up, wishing for another Sunday. Throw on the gym clothes, start the coffee, get breakfast and lunches ready, make sure kids have brushed hair, brushed teeth and smiles.
All was on track. In fact, we were early.
Got in the car, turned on the radio, made extra double sure that my side mirror would not hit the garage backing out. Was so entirely mindful of this that I failed to see our other car, so perfectly parked in the middle of the driveway. THUMP! Mirror in the clear. Rear bumper, rear tail light, Mike’s front bumper – not in the clear.
Stop the car, walk into the house, “Babe, I just hit your car.”
His reaction is to laugh. Me, I’m frustrated. A, I don’t like having dings and cracks on my car that I love. B, now there’s a deductible to pay. C, I am already as clumsy as they get, I was hoping to get past 9am without an incident.
But like he says, “Accidents, they happen. Just be grateful it wasn’t a person.” And all was thrown into perspective and it didn’t end up affecting my day at all.
Instead, I carried on like my normal self and that night, spilled the muffin batter I mixed just as I was about to pour it into the pan.