My Big Fat Horrible Morning

SO. What happens when you throw together an 8:30 a.m. dermatologist appointment, a three-year-old who thinks she calls the shots (especially in the morning), a husband who has to take a work call from the shower, and a mommy who hasn't had a solid night's sleep in a week? You get a big fat mess. A big fat mess that involves car crashes. In my own driveway.

Yes, this morning I bolted out of the garage at 8:28 in an attempt to make the aforementioned dermatologist appointment. Unfortunately, I bolted straight into my husband's car, severing his side mirror, denting the back of my own car, and leaving a ridiculous amount of streaks and scratch paint on both vehicles. Thank god I have a husband who can very easily be classified "not a car guy." And an understanding one at that.

These photos are from after The Understanding One spent some time rubbing out the streaks of transferred paint. Oy.