The van died at the top of a mountain today (fortunately though the power steering was gone, I was able to force us off onto an exit and roll to a stop at the end of the ramp). Yes, I’ve been in a rollover car accident while pregnant with two kids in the backseat that totaled the car and sent me to the ER in an ambulance. This was much scarier, because I had the time to think that if I couldn’t get the steering wheel to turn or stomp hard enough on the brakes to slow down, we were going to careen down the mountain and kill ourselves and possibly others. My whole body was shaking so hard that it was hard to control the wheel or brake pedal. It’s been 7 hours, and I am still shivering just thinking about it. Fortunately, the kids didn’t know what was happening this time–they just heard me panting, “Please help, Jesus! Please help, Jesus!” until we got down off the road. I didn’t burst into tears in front of them, either. My dad asked if I’d thought to push the emergency brake. Nope, didn’t occur to me. I will do that if we run into any more issues on our way to the shop tomorrow. And I’m taking surface streets, not the hilly highway route. I’d rather crash into a light pole at 30 mph than careen off a hill at 65 mph. But let’s just all pray that the car doesn’t shut down again before we get to the shop, shall we?
And Derek is flying to the US Virgin Islands right now. He’ll be gone for three days. I haven’t burst into tears yet, though it’s just a matter of time.
Fortunately, Sarah did my grocery shopping for me today, Christina is taking T and E to CBS so I don’t have to lug everyone to the car dealership tomorrow, and we don’t actually have any other plans if our car is stuck there the rest of the week… A few days without a car could be a fun adventure, right?!