This morning I waved cheerfully as my brother and neice toodled off down the road in the Subaru. The car is off to retire in Colorado, where they don't use salt on the roads to rust the body (according to my service manager, anyway). Hopefully Matt got through Chicago OK. I tried to send him south to I-80 via Hwy 12, but he misunderstood my directions and followed road signs instead, ending up going via I-94. Which is fine, but requires close sign watching and involves lots of traffic where 94 and 80 intersect. And, depending on the day, can be treacherous with lake-effect snow. Ah well. He figured it out, I'm sure!
I called the body shop this afternoon, hoping for good news about my car.
Instead, the lady on the other end said cheerfully, "parts... blah blah blah... ready for paint... blah blah... they're estimating your repair will be done on Monday."
Not today Monday, but next Monday.
(imagine the saddest face in the world. that was me.)
So tomorrow I'm heading over there to take whatever freebie loaner car I can get my hands on. Last time it was a 90's-vintage Toyota Corolla. I just hope my children fit in the back seat. As Annabel observed thoughtfully this afternoon, "Mom, you drive us places every day! To school, to day care, to the doctor, to the store..."
It occured to me this afternoon that we have survived Christmas, New Year's, deer strike, Otto's birthday, and a family visit -- all within a few weeks. Life has been a little crazier than usual, hasn't it? Today I stayed home with the kids. We walked to the park this morning and played. Had lunch. Took naps. They're now deep into screen time as I contemplate making dinner. Jon should be here soon I think - he took advantage of me being home today and stayed late at work.
Oh, and I left my garage clicker in the Mazda.
Sigh.
