It's never dull around here. Bubba is away for a week camping; this is his first "away" trip...ever. He is 14 and likes to stick close to home. He has a close friend and they have done many sleep overs (here and there), but this is with a different friend. A friend I don't even really know. He called me last night, just to say goodnight. As I was having a little "awww" moment, I realized that we/I am definitely transitioning into the next phase in a life with children....they are moving apart, breaking away, and beginning to find their own way. It makes me a *little* sad, but I know it's what is next and it's not always going to be easy.
So, there I was, having a peaceful moment, feeling a twinge of bittersweet...
And then the text came. My husband was at the local park with my daughter. Her truck is most likely totaled and they were waiting for a flat bed to take it away. My first response was... Is she okay? After the "yes" came the.... "I'm gonna kill her." This is the second time THIS MONTH that she has done significant damage to her truck. The first time cost me 1,000.00, with the agreement that she will be paying it back. We have tried to instill good values, an appreciation for what has been freely given and the understanding that a vehicle is not a TOY. Obviously, we have failed.
Grrrr....Totaled means no truck. Totaled means I AM NOT replacing it. Totaled means....hey, it sucks to be you and you need to figure out the when and how YOU are going to get a new one. Totaled means that my husband and I are going to need to stand together (something he will struggle with because Girlie is his princess and princesses should never be sad).
I'm not really sure what to hope for... totaled does mean no truck, however then I play taxi service (when I can...I do have somewhat of a life) and have to deal with teenage angst. Not totaled means another repair bill... on top of the first repair bill and the bill we had to pay last week when my husband's truck broke down. I guess we'll have to wait and see what the repair shop says. Good times, good times.
Seriously now, is boring too much to ask for?
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