When my husband works, I stay home with the kids. When I work, he stays home with the kids. Most weeks we are lucky to have 1 day off together as a whole family. This past weekend the stars aligned and we both had Saturday and Sunday off.
We took that as a sign from the Universe that we were meant to take a road trip. We loaded up the car and headed to Sacramento to visit with family. We ate had fun, ate some more, had more fun, and went to sleep.
Sunday we woke up feeling our trip had been a smashing success and ready to have a little more fun before heading back to San Francisco. Unknown Papi goes to pack up the car and finds that our trip was undeniably smashing.
Our driver’s side window had been smashed to smithereens. We have no idea by whom or what or even what the intention was. No one had been in the car and nothing in the car had been taken, so theft did not appear to be the motive. My theory is that some drunken St. Patrick’s Day revelers got a little too wild. It’s all supposition on my side.
We were bummed and our plans went from having more fun, to getting the window replaced before we left. It turns out that we will have to spend one more evening in Sacramento.
I guess the Universe wanted us to spend more time together as a family. Thanks Universe. Next time could you just have us win the lottery or something?