I Panic and Practically Spout Poetry

I had a motherbitches post all planned for you today. I really wanted to tell you the rest of the story that I hinted at on one of my post-its yesterday.

I think it will make you laugh and roll your eyes.

But, I guess Wednesday is rapidly becoming my day when I'm actually serious for once and pour my heart out to you. Last week, it was about Bear's struggles.

This week.....

Yesterday afternoon, my phone rang.

It was Hubs, telling me that he had been in a car accident.

He was driving home from Raleigh, about 2 hours or so away from here.

He was on a major highway(40 for any of you familiar with the area), when he started to slide.

The truck started to spin out.

If he hadn't somehow managed to gain a little bit of control, he would have spun out into oncoming traffic.

As it was, the truck spun around more times than he could count.

He said he felt like it was going to flip.

Somehow, there wasn't much traffic around him and what there was managed to avoid him.

The truck went off the side of the road and down an embankment, where it slammed into several trees.

All of the windows shattered.

The truck could have kept going down the hill and probably flipped, but was stopped by the trees.

The truck is totalled.

Hubs, though, is fine.

He's a little sore and I'm sure he will be feeling even more sore when he wakes up this morning.

But, he's fine.

Monday is our seven year wedding anniversary. I have engagement pics in this post to share with you. Weren't we just so cute?

Seven years.

We've had our ups and downs.

If you would have asked us both around the 2 year mark how long we thought we'd make it, the answer probably would have been: probably not until 3 years, unless the divorce papers haven't quite gone through yet.

So, I do mean ups and DOWNS.

Somewhere along the line, we grew the hell up and realized what it takes to make a marriage work.

And we have no doubts that we'll be together forever.

But, one phone call is all it takes to remind you that sometimes "forever" might not be as long as you think.

Go show your husband, your wife, your kids, your whoever-means-a-lot-to-you some love today.

We will be back to our regularly scheduled programing tomorrow, as well as the dance-off on Friday.

And I won't forget about the motherbitch story.

More Wordful Wednesday at Seven Clown Circus

Now I'm Brave

Now that it's daytime and the sun is shining, it feels so peaceful to be in this deserted part of the beach.

Besides, my boys are SO FREAKIN LOUD that if we had neighbors, I'd expect our doorbell to be ringing non-stop, frantic poundings on the doors to our decks, people shouting rude comments from their decks, threatening notes, and dogs being allowed to poop right at the bottom of the stairs that lead from our house to the sand.

All in a very pointless effort to get my kids to BE QUIET.

Even the fisherman who chose to park his truck about 50 yards down the beach from us seems to agree.

Dirty looks, I know that's what he's shooting us when he keeps turning to look at the house(tonight I'll be convinced he was plotting to come back and get us).

Maybe I should apologize for my boys, who are loud enough to scare fish away from the shore.

Thanks for all the reassuring comments. Mommybrain's ladle comment- if you haven't read that story, you need to go find it on her blog as it is heeee-larious.

I also noticed that the time stamp is way off on here. I was not freaked out by 5pm.

It takes until at least 9pm for me to turn into a paranoid chickenshit.

Super Freaked

Super freaked, super freaked, I'm super freaked out.

Before I get to why I'm singing my own version of that song, let me just say that I'm reading your comments and visiting your blogs. But, I still have no computer and no idea how on earth to comment with this crackberry. One more week and I should be back. Thanks for bearing with me.

Hubs had to go back up to our old house to clear everything else out and to finish out a job, so he was only here with us for slightly over 48 hours.
The boys and I are on our own. Not really that big of a deal.

Well, except for at night, like now.

We are staying in a gorgeous house, right on the beach-don't hate- it's only for 6 months while we look for a "real" place to live and that place won't be anywhere near as nice as this one unless we hit the lottery.

Anyway, the reason that we are able to stay here is because this little town is practically dead in the off-season so the people who own this house figure that they'd rather get some sort of compensation during these 6 months than nothing at all.

During the day, we can look out and see people walking or fishing on the beach, though not many.

But, at night, when I look out the window and don't see any lights on in any of the houses around us, I get freaked out. It's like something out of a horror movie.

No one is around to hear us scream.

I imagine some crazy man walking along the beach, looking for houses that have lights on and planning his attack.

The doors are locked, but why not break in? No one else will hear.

When Hubs was here, we slept with the sliding door to the deck open so that we could fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.

No freaking way when he isn't here, though.

Nevermind, I can't keep going with all my freaked out thoughts or I'll never be able to sleep tonight.

Holding My Breath

Whenever the phone rings and it is the boys' peds office, especially after one of them has been to the lab to have bloodwork done, I hold my breath as I answer.

Hold my breath, close my eyes in concentration, the hand that isn't holding the phone is all balled up.

And I stay like that until I hear whose voice is on the other end of the line.

Nurse= good news, no problems
Doctor= bad news, problems, complications, something that will make me cry

Thankfully, we have been getting good news all around healthwise, particularly with Bear, who is our one who gave us quite the scare a few months ago.

But, all it takes is just once getting bad news and you start to brace yourself for it every single time.