First I'll blame the economy, then I'll give it a boost...

Actually, first, I'd like you to note how incredibly adorable my children are.
Great. Now. Keep that image in your head as you read on about what an idiot I am.

I've been blaming everything on the economy. Last week I did a load of laundry and managed to miss two rather large stains on Hailey's clothes before putting them in the dryer. I never do this. I don't care if it was a four dollar shirt. It was cute. And it was a shirt. My mind just isn't where it should be. I'm drifting off into What Are We Gonna Do If Land, instead of This Is Your Life Right Now So Pay Attention To It Ville. And so the clothes got stained.

There was a doctor's appointment today. For some reason, I put the kids in the car in reverse order. And the bags on the opposite sides. Again, my mind is drifting. I'm not myself.

Then...and here's where I'd like you to revert back to that cute picture of the kids, as you glaze on over the next few words...

I ran over my stroller.

So, yeah. Let's talk about my kids some more...

What? You think Keelyn's smile is awesome? Huh? I know! Isn't Hailey's hair getting so long and beautiful! And, yes, they play that well together all the time. They adore each other.

Oh? The stroller? You want to know about the stroller? Hmmm. It's the one I got when Hailey was born. I've desperately wanted a new one anyway. And, no, this was not a tricky ploy to go shopping, though I'll agree to look the other way if you steal one from my playbook. Truly, I want about 10 strollers. The fact that we don't have a garage has saved us a lot of money in the stroller industry. But now. I must get one.

It was behind my car...pretty much touching the bumper. I hardly touched the accelerator. Really, I just kind of rolled onto it, and it wasn't until my car stopped moving, that it hit me...I hit it.

It crumpled under my car like a cheap piece of tin foil. Crinkled like a soda can under foot.

And there was this girl watching it happen with a look of disgust that I can't quite get out of my head. It wasn't pity. It wasn't NO! Wait! Stop! You're about to hit your stroller, either. It was, OH MY GOD. That girl is such a dumbass. She totally just ran over her stroller. Who gave her those kids to take care of anyway? Could she not see it behind her car? No, thank you, kind teenager. I could not.

And, no, it can't be fixed. Only three of the four legs now touch the ground. One is broken.

In half.

I'm officially in the market for a new one. You're welcome, stroller industry.

SO, AREN'T MY KIDS DELICIOUS?