What a crazy few days it's been. Shawn has been putting in 7 days a week, and this weekend, he was forced to take Sunday and Monday off. He had no choice. You can't work alone on a construction site and nobody else would go in with him. He's pissed because we need the money, but he needed a break. I was glad to have him home. I like our little ecno dates, and, even just running errands with him is fun.....
Last Thursday was a wild day. Shawn came home early and I was dying to spend some alone time with him. We wanted to er...um...celebrate our love. So, I kind of pushed the kids out of the house. Those ones, the ones in the photo, Jessica and Kayla. Ruby too, because she is a real pain in the ass. ( Oh come on, you all do it, too, don't be making like you all are shocked)
I usually have a pretty good sense of foreboding, things to come, whatever you want to call it. I just KNOW things. I always have. I pushed my 2 youngest girls and my 7 pound dog out the dog with barely a second thought. I did pause to lock the door, because, well, honestly, I didn't want to get caught with my pants down.
Anyway, they went for a walk with Kayla's bf and his dog, and were on the way home when something scary happened.....
There is a busy intersection by a corner store up the street from us, and Shawn tells the girls to always wait for the light. ALWAYS. The road is BUSY and it freaks Shawn out. (If it were up to him, he would send the girls out in bubble wrap, with body guards, at all times...Or maybe bear suits...and pepper spray). So, they wait. They cross on the green light. Always. Except for Thursday.
On Thursday, for whatever reason, Kayla had this compulsion to run across the street against the light. She never does that. The road is too busy. She grabbed Ruby into her arms, and told her little sister and her bf to RUN.
Not five seconds after they ran across the road, a runaway car crashed into another car, raining debris down on the curb where they had been just been standing, and narrowly missing them. Kayla and bf were witnesses, and the police officer told them that if that had NOT ran the red light, they would have been killed.
That's why they weren't fined for jaywalking.
OMG. They would have been killed.
I sent my kids and my little doggie out so that I could ... um, you know..and they were almost killed.
I usually know these things. I do. The day that my Dad died, I phoned Mission Mary, and told her that today was the day...I phoned her at 10:12 am...exactly 12 hours before he passed away.
I can NOT believe that I didn't feel something was off. Thank goodness that Kayla did. She said that she just felt an urge to cross, like a voice was telling her to.... Thank goodness she got more from me than just my bad temper.
Needless to say, I am counting my blessings. I have been thanking God everyday since Thursday, and I just can't stop thinking about it.
The rest of the weekend has been largely uneventful compared to that... I did leave the house alone on Saturday and venture out to the Farmers Market (well, I took Ruby, so not quite alone) to buy tomatos and pears...Still, nothing campares to Thursday.
I am suddenly feeling VERY lucky.
