I had a really crappy day today. Last Friday, on my way home from getting the boys a couple of Happy Meals to celebrate a great week at school, I got rear-ended. (Thankfully we are all fine – my bumper was the only casualty.) This set off a chain reaction of lengthy phone calls and insurance claims and body shop estimates. Everything was going smoothly, too smoothly, I suppose, when I dropped my car off yesterday to get fixed. The rental car company was supposed to pick me up an hour later at my house, and I waited. And waited. And waited. And made a phone call. And waited. And made another phone call…
Long story short, 36 hours later I had to drag my especially spunky children to the rental place along with two car seats, then make a few more phone calls to the insurance company, then try to maneuver these car seats into this rental car that evidently is not designed for car seats, all while my children picked up cigarette butts from the parking lot and practiced their Karate Kid moves on every stranger that walked by. (Why on earth did I let them watch that movie?)
By the time I got home my head was pounding, my blood pressure was sky high, and I was about to book a one-way ticket to Timbuktu – then I checked my email. “Congratulations! You are a 2014 Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Book of the Year Awards finalist!” In my state of delirium I’d forgotten that the finalists of this elite competition would be announced today, and it was a welcome, much needed surprise.
My kids are still fighting and my car is still in the shop, but now I’m smiling. I’m so excited to announce that Holding Avery is a 2014 Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award finalist!