Flashbacks

Tonight was a bad night. My three year old and I are alright, but on our way to the grocery store this evening our car was hit by a deer. The stupid animal got up and ran off and the damage could have been a lot worse...basically structural over the right front tire. The emotional fall-out, however, is yet to be determined. Being in any sort of an accident is traumatic I'm sure, but for me it meant thinking about what happened two and half months ago to my mom. Driving along, thoughts on other things...I'm sure she never saw it coming any more than I saw that darn deer. We were fine though, she was not. I had to stop at the police station to file a report for my insurance. (The police didn't have to come to the scene since the car was drivable and the deer ran off.) I hated going to the police station. All I could think about was the cop showing up at my door at 4:30 am to give me the worst news of my life. I keep thinking about it, even now several hours later. I am thankful that we are okay, but I think it's going to take a couple days to shake this off because of the horrible memories it drags up for me. Already I'm up way too late, avoiding bed because I fear lying there unable to sleep, my mind racing. I can't put it off any longer, but I just hope I can sleep.