The terrible, horrible, no good very bad week....

I wish I could move to Australia. (A quote from our oldest sons favorite book when he was 6.)
That is how I feel at this moment. Lets start at the begining... Monday, my 8 month old van decided to have huge problems, not the first, but second time since we have purchased said van.
That threw a monkey wrench into my monday morning plans, that meant that I would have to atleast wait 2 hours while we got a rental. Tuesday, van back. Wednesday, my second son a.k.a. Dennis the Menace, decided that one gallon container of peanut oil looked like apple juice. He tried to place it on the counter and it fell. He wasn't hurt, but the plastic container split, spilling oil all over the wood floor in the kitchen. After numerous buckets of hot water and dawn detergent it was soak up. You can still ice skate on part of the floor. Thursday after visiting a friend in the hospital, the boys and I were headed home. It was 5;30 on busy 122 & Stark. I saw that the left turn light was getting ready to be green, I pulled into the turning lane and met head on with a Bronco truck. He was turning left through stopped traffic. into the turn lane. Fortunatly we were all buckled up and in car seats. As the tow guy put it, ma'm, they will probably total you car. YES, it was all snarled and smashed in. I was one of those wrecks where people slow down and guak! Anyway, my wonderful friend came and got my children and took them home. Ron was just two blocks away and was there as soon as I called. I am so thankful that no one was injured, God was watching over us! Thank you God!
Well today is Friday and it can only go up, except now instead of christmas shopping, I will spend the morning talking to my nice (I mean this) insurance agent and setting up a rental!
As the story ends, I guess I won't move to Austraila after all!