When you think it can't get any worse

It can.

Army of Dad was on his way to a job interview around lunchtime when he was involved in a hit and run accident in the rental car today.

*sigh*

Fortunately, he wasn't injured. He said he's stiff and sore, though. We've only gotten to talk on the phone briefly between dealing with insurance, getting another rental, the accident itself, trying to reach the interviewer to tell him what happened.

I didn't take any pain meds this afternoon since I was going to have to retrieve children from school, so I'm a really grumpy person right now because of the pain. Army of Dad had to deal with insurance and rental car people for a few hours - long story - so he is running WAY behind to get here and he has all of Hot Rod's baseball gear with him. We have to leave in 30 minutes to get to the fields, too.

Joy.

*sigh* I'm wondering what we've done to piss off God.