It started off well.  Shane couldn’t wait to get in the car to go to preschool!  I kept telling him we’d leave in a minute.  He got tired of waiting for me and I found him sitting in his carseat in the garage, waiting for me to buckle him in!  He did GREAT yesterday!  He LOVED pre-k.  They read Cat in the Hat and the entire day was dedicated to crafts related to the book, including this one:

(camera phone picture)

It was way too cute listening to him tell me about the snacks he had (goldfish and pretzels) and his new friend (Cody)!  I’m so happy he’s loving it there and I hope it continues!

After dropping Shane off at preschool is when my morning got bad.  I was on my way to the accountant to drop off our tax stuff and as I was making the left hand (u-turn), I got hit.

(both taken with my camera phone)

I’m fine.  No one was hurt.  But despite the fact that I was in the front and I put my blinker on, the cop STILL said I was the one at fault.  He said I made a wide turn (”unsafe movement”) which puts the blame on me!!  It doesn’t make sense to me (and I told the cop that 4 or 5 times) and all he could tell me was to just calm down (I was crying), that it was just a simple accident.  That cop (along with the poor, really nice guy, who stopped to make sure we were okay) got the rundown on the last year of my life.  The cop couldn’t get away from the hysterical widow fast enough.  I wasn’t even crying because of the accident, or because he was saying it was my fault (and I don’t see how it was) - I was crying because I wanted the one thing I couldn’t have.  My husband.

Hopefully the day gets better from here.  Now I get to spend the day making calls to the insurance company and body shops and trying to hunt down a rental.

I miss you, Christian.