It looks like we will be getting a new van this week, thanks to the woman who ran a stop sign and hit us last Wednesday. The boys and I were heading in to town for our daily trip to pick up Calista from Kindergarten. I was doing the speed limit — 50 MPH — as I approached an intersection. The approaching car had a stop sign, but as I got closer, I kept thinking “she’s not stopping…”
Sure enough, she kept going and though I tried to move out of her way, she slammed into me on the passenger side of our van.
The boys started screaming instantly, and I pulled over, got out and ran to the passenger side where we were hit, and where Nate was seated. The entire side of the van was smashed and I couldn’t get the door open.
I ran back to the driver’s side and got the slider open and saw that the boys seemed unharmed — just scared. I then stepped back out of my van to see what happened to the other driver. She was walking towards my van and I stood in the middle of the street screaming obscenities at her in my adrenaline-infused, momma-bear rage. You’d have thought I was raised by truckers in those few moments…
Once I knew the boys were ok, and the woman began apologizing and seeming concerned for the boys, I settled down and told her I was sorry for screaming. She insists she DID stop at the intersection, but I never saw her at a stand still. The police report says that she thought it was a four way stop, and that’s why she was moving into the intersection.
We were so fortunate, however, as our former nanny and friend, T, happened to drive past about 5 minutes after the accident. She was the one who called 911 for us (I was NOT thinking clearly at the time and it never occurred to me) and once the police arrived, she took the boys home for me and stayed there with them while I dealt with the accident report.
The whole front end of her Nissan Xterra was ripped off and her bumper was actually stuck in the side of my van and had to be pried out. The entire passenger side of my van was smashed in, and neither door on that side can be opened.
The whole thing has been a pain (both literally and figuratively) to deal with. The boys and I were both seen by our doctors the following day. The boys are fine — I have a sprained neck. Now I have massage therapy and physical therapy to go through. My head has hurt constantly since the accident. My neck and back are sore and tender.
We had to get a rental. A big, ugly, Chevy Uplander. Blech.
We have to deal with insurance. Our van was totaled, so we have to get a new van. I really wanted a Chrysler Town & Country that our friend had on his lot, but he sold it yesterday. We will likely get a 2003 Dodge Grand Caravan (ours was a 2000).
It’s been a whirlwind and has added so many more “to-do’s” to my already too full list. So it goes…
My birthday is on Friday, and I think I am starting to have my mid-life crisis already. The proof is in my chopped-off, red-streaked hair and *gasp* makeup (if you know me at all, you’ll know I haven’t worn makeup but a handful of times, once being my wedding in 2001).
It’s too late to get into my personal aging issues right now, so I’ll save that for another time. As long as I get a birthday card from a special someone this year, I’ll be happy. Ok, that’s not entirely ture. Some grand acknowledgement of my birthday would be welcome…