...into me baby
-Dave Matthews Band, "Crash"
Thirty Days of Thanksgiving, Day #28 (the unintended reason for gratitude) - I'm thankful we're all okay.
To all you folks traveling west on I-40 just past I-95 this evening, we are the reason for the traffic jam. Well, not really us - more the guy behind us who didn't see traffic slowing down and crashed into the back of us. Going somewhere in the neighborhood of 70 mph.
I'm beyond thankful that the boys were not with us and were riding 30 minutes behind with LaLa and Popper. I'm thankful that everyone walked away from the crash. I'm thankful that our car was drivable and we made it home. I'm thankful we're not seriously injured, though my shoulder is really aching where I was flung forward. I'm thankful that "we're both pretty sore and shaken" is the worst of it. I'm thankful for seatbelts. I'm thankful the airbags didn't deploy. I'm thankful Derek's head hit the top of the roof just above the windshield, not the glass.
I ain't gonna lie - I am not thankful we were in a wreck. It sucks. Dealing with insurance sucks and driving a rental car is gonna suck and getting estimates and repairs and all the rest is gonna suck. I'm afraid the damage is pretty bad - the whole back of the car is about an inch wider than it used to be. The front seats don't move anymore. The steering wheel is in a different spot (not sure if it just moved because it's adjustable, or if that's something more serious). And it's in need of alignment, big time. Grumble, grumble.
But most of all, I'm thankful that the boys weren't in the backseat.
That's the other crumpled car back behind us on the median...