Very SERIOUS case of the Mondays :(

So the morning started out with Eben waking up at 6:00am...a good 2 hours sooner than normal.  Luckily he took a good long nap from 7-9:30, so things were looking up.  Eben ate his snack as I prepared the grocery list - a list that was short, sweet, and relatively inexpensive (because we are trying to save some money due to our new home purchase).

As I am bringing Eben down to the parking garage in his stroller without the infant car seat for the first time ever for our grocery shopping adventure, I am thinking about how I am not a fan of this new transition to the toddler seat (I will love it when it is not rear facing though).  I put him in the seat, and I am still not a fan.  I get into the driver's seat and I hate how I can't see him at all - at least with the infant seat I could see the top of his head.  I pull out of my parking spot (still complaining in my head about this car seat) and suddenly, BANG, I-HIT-THE-STINKIN-POLE-I-AM-A-HUGE-MORON.  This is a moment that I wish SOO much that I was a superhero whose power is to be able to go back in time and change the past.  I-AM-A-SERIOUS-IDIOT.  How did this happen, you might ask.  Well, I was being mindless, first of all.  We are programmed to get out of parking spots when we are mindless by paying attention to the cars next to us and turning the wheel when it is safe.  I turned the wheel a bit too early because my mindless self was not programmed to avoid the big support column/pole that sits near the trunk of my car when parked in the spot.  So, when this happened, I got out of the car, in complete shock, picked up the pieces of my side mirror, looked at the large dent in my car door, and swore at myself, almost in tears.  I pulled myself together, called my insurance agency, and put in the claim - explaining to them many times how stupid I am. I talked to Dane a little while later, explaining to him first that he is going to be sooo mad at me, but don't worry Eben is fine.  After I told him what happened, he just laughed, asked why I called him at work about this, and said, "I knew you were going to do that" and "I'm not mad...it's your car."  I thanked him for not being mad, started crying in the grocery store (yes public crying...classy), and said I am sorry for spending the money on something so stupid you are working so hard to earn. 

So, now I am home, writing about all of this on my blog because it makes me feel a little better to talk to whoever wants to read about my stupidity...  I try to find a lesson out of everything bad that happens in life and out of this one, I feel I have learned how incredibly important it is to be mindful of what I am doing because a split second can change everything (and sometimes cost a lot of money).