4:34 am

4:34 AM. That's what time my phone rang this morning. Three different calls.
I finally woke up (after what had already been a very sleepless night with Maddie and Fin both waking up a few times during the night). It was David. He was panicked. "I dropped my bike!! A deer!! Hurry up and get here! I have to get to class or they'll kick me out!!' Those are the highlights of what I remember and what I was awake enough to hear.
I jumped out of bed, threw some pants on, flipped Fin's light on, started pounding on the wall yelling "WAKE UP!! GET UP GUYS!! NOW!! WE HAVE TO GO GET DADDY!!! HE WRECKED HIS BIKE!! GET UP!!!" I threw a shirt at Fin.  They finally rolled out of bed, I sent Maddie to grab a shirt then realized I should probably not keep Bo locked in our room. I let him out, woke up the baby who of course was in only a diaper. (Seriously rare. Usually he has at least a shirt on but I took it off last night prebed because he'd spilled something all over it).

And let me just say that I was blessed with very very wonderful children! They didn't cry or whine or anything. They just did as I told.

We get downstairs, I tell em to throw on flipflops and pray it's not too cold outside this morning. I make Owen a bottle and try to throw Bo in the garage (where he goes when he's home alone) and of course he's in a "I don't want to listen" mood.  I yelled at him and he must have sensed something was up because he was like "oh shit! Okay" and went into the garage.

I open the front door as I'm slipping my flats on and wrapping Owen in a blanket. I yell at the kids to hurry and we're out the door! I don't think they've ever gotten in the car so fast!
As I back out of the driveway, the tears start to flow.  I knew he was fine. I knew he was okay but the whole thought of it. We got there at 4:42. 8 minutes it took me to get us all up and in the car and like 1.5 miles down the road.  (that's including the 1 minute phone call).

I sped down the hill, sped past a cop. (I'm pretty darn sure he might have been sleeping) Got to David with tears in my eyes.... he walks up and laughs, he laughs and says, "I might be getting a bigger bike sooner than we though!" (we'd planned on putting a down payment on a bigger one with taxes)

I started laughing! Good thing he was peaking in the passenger window or I'd have probably hit him!
Things calmed down, kids fell asleep. He had called and let them know he'd be late. Finally at 6:40 the tow truck showed up and brought his bike home. According to the tow man, they'll more like than not total it. The gas tank is banged up, the handlebars are bent, it shaved off part of the foot peg, scratches on the exhaust pipes, there are scratches all up and down the right side of it.... the tow truck man informed us that a rod was also missing and that is why he thinks they'd total it.

His brand new leather jacket only has a scratch on the sleeve's button. His steel toe boots have a hole in them. His helmet got shredded!!
This pic doesn't even do it justice. I saw it in the day light while taking Fin to school and it made me cry even harder when I realized how deep it actually was.

He's sore.  Once he calmed down it started to hit him and as the day's progressed it's really hit him.
He's currently at school. (An army school that he was slotted for years ago but didn't get to go because we PCS'd to Alaska) I told him he was crazy and just to go to the hospital! I didn't care if he got kicked out of the class or not but that boy is so stubborn and set in his ways that he's sitting his stiff and sore self in this class! Aside from aching, his chest hurts and he's talking extra loud. He said it was because of talking over the car and cars driving down the road, but I'm not sure. We're going to take his butt to the hospital as soon as he's out of class.
STUBBORN MAN!

I can't complain too much, he's alive and well. The timing of it kind of blows but like I said, he planned on getting a new one soon anyway. We're just anxiously awaiting the insurance company now to see if it's total or if it's fixable. Either way, down to one vehicle temporarily which blows with him having to be there like 4am.  *sigh*

We made it home, the tow man helped him unload it, he ran in and changed, we dropped him off and came home just in time to where I'd be waking the kids up to get ready for school. (7am). We got Fin off to school, Owen's napping, Maddie's watching cartoons and I'm here.... updating y'all. 
You guys. Such an emotional morning. I am so tired. Aside from being tired, I'm just drained! That was the scariest phone call I've ever gotten! I've always said that the kids were just walking heart attacks for me but nope, today it was David!
A motorcycle wreck.... from a deer.  That's what scared me. This man have been deployed 3x. He's spent 3 years in war. (he's a combat soldier by the way so he goes and does some horribly scary shit). I mean he once had a rocket plow through a wall and land a few feet from where he was peeing!!! I saw a picture they took of it later! Like whoa! Like WHOA!  He's been in fire fights. He has a bronze star with valor for doing dumb brave. dumb. brave stuff.  Seriously. I usually don't brag on him and this isn't what I'm trying to do but my point is-he's been in scary situations. He's been in dangerous situations.

But it takes a deer. A deer to cause such a ruckus. Good Lordy, I need a nap.

Oh and seriously, half a million people drove past us this morning. (some WAY faster than they should have! RUDE!) and do you know how many stopped?! 4. The first one David flagged down! Stood in the middle of the road because he couldn't find his phone and asked to use his phone then used the guy's lights to see and managed to find his phone.  The next 2 slowed down to ask us if we needed anything and if we were good.  The 4th guy pulled off the road, parked behind me, got out of his car to check on everything. It was really nice of him. But I did you not, SO many people passed us by and just flew on by. In a hurry or not, I truly hope that if I ever see someone on the side of the road with their hazard lights on, I hope I stop to make sure they're okay. Maybe only if David is with me because you hear such horror stories about car jackings and shit. 
Sorry, my brain is just kind of all over the place right now. Freaked out, scattered, exhausted, drained, worried..... Poor David just texted me to tell me he needs to go to the hospital but now he's stuck in this class.

Anyway.... if you're going to ride a motorcycle, leather jacket. DOT helmet. Boots. Seriously.