Oh my gosh. I really need a vacation. Yesterday I was turning left off the freeway and there was a diesel truck next to me and a small white car facing me. I suddenly realized there wasn't enough room for me to fit through so I stopped, next thing I know... BAM the diesel crashed into the right side of my car. It was terrifying. Both kids were screaming and I felt so helpless. I knew it wasn't my fault because he completely hit me and was in my lane. The police came and guess who was at fault??? ME! What!??? Amazing. I was completely stopped, someone hit me and somehow it was my fault. Perfect.
It's already hard getting Noahs little body in the van and now the door won't open. I couldn't sleep last night because I was seriously in unbelief. I just wanna run away and hide. This may be the worst summer of my life.
