*It was bound to be difficult, but does it have to be downright disastrous?
Short post, mostly because I don't feel like talking about the sorry week we've had. I'm trying be honest and not just blog about the good and special times. Those weeks are great and deserve to be remembered. This was not one of them.
While preparing for my neighbors' send-off, we were in a car accident. The boys are fine. Liam did not notice the crash. It scared Henry but he was fine after about 30 seconds. It's been six days and I'm still shaking. The car is in the shop awaiting thousands of dollars of work (only half of which is covered by the insurance). The neighbors are gone to Memphis amidst rivers of tears.
There's really nothing else to say....