The car was not supposed to be there!

If you read something car-related in my blog, you can usually be sure that I did something wrong or report some of my old driving sins. Well, I am such a good girl momentarily - who is laughing there, stop that! - I really am, most of the time, that I really have to search a long way back for something stupid that I did. Yes, like, uhm, yesterday. And it is car-related, but not speeding, because I really am driving responsibly. Instead, I was not even in the car. Oh no, I don't have to be i n a car to create trouble with it.

So, it is gardening season. I mean real innocent gardening, in the garden, outside. No ulterior motives.  Hubby doesn't want me to carry anything, in this overprotective way. And I absolutely agree that I should not try to lift something that might be too heavy. I won't do that, but some old and dry branches are no problem for me. Kids can do that. Therefore, I took out our old wheelbarrow and put the branches into it. And I put a rake on top of everything. This was NOT heavy. It was less than a shopping bag. 

So far, my day had been great. It was almost warm, dry, sunny, the garden looked better than before and all I had to do was bring the old branches away. What I did not know was that hubby had already arrived and his car stood in front of the garage. And I came along the garage with my wheelbarrow. Hmmm, somehow I like things with wheels and pushing an old wheelbarrow around in warm spring weather is great, especially when you have lots of urges and too much energy. 

Well, I didn't know hubby was there and had no idea that the car would be waiting around the corner. Did I mention that there was a long rakestick protruding to the front? So, where I'd go, the stick would always be first, e.g. if I turned around the corner. First the end of the stick, then the rest of the wheelbarrow, then me. Before I saw hubby's car I had already heard this almost unfamiliar sound that you hear when you hit a car, e.g. with a long wooden rakestick. I really had no chance to see that silly car. It took a second before I had realized what was going on. I put everything aside and, yes, there was a little bump in the panel. That was when my day was already ruined. Usually I wouldn't really care too much about a little dent, but I found this time it was so unfair that it had happened. I had had no chance to prevent the rake from hitting, because I simply had not seen the silly car behind the corner.

The next thing I did was almost cursing; but only almost. Saying sugar! is allowed, even if it is said three times. I wondered where hubby might be. Usually he'd look for me, if I did not expect him home. Maybe he was still in the house. I thought better tell now than later and went around the corner, only to bump into hubby. He had come to look for me, and had already seen the wheelbarrow. Let's put it that way, he was not completely pleased with me moving it, but I swear it was only light weight. And we had not talked about these little things. If I could not even do some digging in the garden, I could also stay in bed till winter. Seriously, I wouldn't have done anything that could pose a threat to baby. 

Next he saw that look in my face. I was happy to see him, but I felt genuinely guilty because of the bump in the car. From bumping into his car to seeing him had maybe taken a minute, so I was still in a fluster because I had done something to a car - again. Yep, this is the moment everybody knows. You feel guilty and bad, so much that you can feel it in your body. This moment was worse than it should have been, because it was a little bump only. No reason to worry too much, but I actually felt very wobbly in this moment.

Hubby had not seen the bump yet, but it did not take a second for him to know something was going on and I was not well in that moment. Still, he hugged and greeted me and while he did that, he asked "Is everything ok with you? What's wrong?" I clung to him, because I had to. And....because  confessions feel better that way. I was still flustered and felt more nauseous than the last 14 weeks  but tried to be comprehensible. "I didn't know that you were back. I did not know that the car was there. It was not supposed to be there!" I think I made it sound like an excuse, which was the silliest thing for me to do. He looked up to the car, but he did not let me go. He really held me, probably because he had felt that I was pretty shaky. I am glad that he did it that way, because the whole affair suddenly felt less serious and I felt much better in his arms, too. I think  that he held me made a major difference because I could relax again. I pointed to the bump in the panel and he shook his head. He was not even annoyed, because such things could always happen. When I am around.

But he would not let me bring the wheelbarrow away. There were only some dry branches and a silly rake with a long stick in it. That's not heavy at all, every eight year old could carry that. And the silly car was not supposed to be there! I couldn't see it when I moved the wheelbarrow around the corner.

What? Punishment? Very funny. I'll be teased with that for ages, which is  more than enough. Hubby said that such little accidents could really happen and smugly added that those things would definitely happen with me around. He could laugh about that, but I was/am still a bit angry about myself.

And don't believe these small accidents could reduce my hormonally high sexdrive. Nope, I found my hands under hubby's shirt, because he had hugged me and that felt so good and right and I wanted skin contact. I wasn't even aware of what I did, until he asked me if I wanted to undress him completely. Outside, in the garden, next to the car. Well, this was not a genuine offer from his side, therefore it was not nice to raise any hopes and expectations in me. Instead he brought the wheelbarrow away and we went in. It was lunchtime and there was no time left for anything else then. I surely had hopes and ulterior motives after lunch, but combine that with hubby in a hurry and you see that the day was ruined, ... till after dinner. :)


Today, Thursday, the weather is nice, sunny, warm and I have hubby's expressed permission to use the wheelbarrow, if it is not loaded with much stuff. Therefore, I'll enjoy this afternoon outside.