It's 11:06 pm.
I am asleep.
My cell phone rings.
It is Dallin.
In a high pitched, shaky voice,
"Mom, we have a problem."
At this point I am still oblivious to what is going on, I am thinking,
"Yes you have a problem, you have not answered my texts and you are late!"
But, the tone and sound of his voice stops my tirade.
"What's the problem?" I ask.
"We flipped the car."
"WHAT?!?!?! Is anyone hurt?"
"No, there is no blood and no broken bones."
"Who was in the car?"
"Kai (my nephew), Logan and me."
"Who's car?"
"Uncle Dean's Tahoe."
"Do we need to come and get you?"
"YES!!"
"Is the car on its side or top?"
"Side."
"OK, Dad will be there soon."
No way to sleep until they get home and I can hug on them and make sure they are really okay. Super Mario to the rescue.
By the time Dean and Ken get out there the car was on its tires - never under estimate what a big group of teenagers can lift. The kids were out at a big bonfire in the desert. They were on the way home and took a corner, on a dirt road, just a little too fast. Blessedly, they all had their seat belts on!! Wow, my house is really never boring.
Actually the boys were grounded for the week for lying to their mother about wrestling practice and their lack of attendance to said practice (that's for you Marilyn! Invite me to your blog!). I was set to keep them grounded for the whole week and Ken (the big 'ole softie) convinced me that this was the last night before school started and the boys had to spend New Years with us playing cards. So I let them go. I am so glad they did not get hurt. I am not sure I would have felt if it had turned out differently.
5 comments:
Wow, your family seems to have (and need!) nine lives!! I'm so glad everyone was okay. That is a scary situation.
(My boys were known to have a few narrow escapes themselves. Thankfully, I didn't even know about all of them. They love telling me the "rest of the story" now that years have passed, but even hearing about old narrow misses makes me anxious!)
=)
Moral of the story:
DON'T LISTEN TO KEN!
They are lucky boys. Speed and car doesn't mix and the results are not always this good. Remind them of my nephews accident.
"mom, we have a problem" is one of my most feared statements. I have heard it on more than one occassion and it ALWAYS means disaster. I am going to happily share this with my boys. They never seem to understand why I get so uptight when they want t go out in the desert for a bon fire using my car no less. So glad they are alright. There are reasons why we pay so much for our boys insurance. Argh
Glad all is well, Heavely Father is watching over these future missionaries!
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