Yesterday our van exploded. No really. Now, one doesn't really think, "Hey, I wonder if the van will explode", but yeah, it did.
Sexy Man was at a chiro appt up the street, my mom and I were in the living room with some of the kids. A was asleep upstairs, and S was at summer school.
POP! Heard a loud pop and thought that was odd. Mom got up to investigate and started shoutingthat the van was on FIRE!
I called 911 and hubby and set about to try to deal with my kids, who were hysterically screaming at that point.
The FD arrived in less than a minute (literally! They're one street over!) and immediately set to work.
The house has minor siding damage, but the van was a total loss. So sad. Not necessarily about the van, but the circumstances. We could have been IN it.
The blessings are clearand abundant though:
The van was parked in the driveway, not the garage. Had it been in the garage, my house would be been in flames before we even knew what was happening. A would have likely been trapped upstairs.
The van was parked between Justin's bike (full of gas) and our grill (also full of gas). Neither were even touched by the flames.
The damageto the house was minimal.
I had asked Justin to bring my purse in that morning. That means our cash, bank cards, and ID cards weren't consumed.
We have already been blessed with car seats for the kids. Our insurance is paying for a rental, small, but a car nonetheless.
We are all safe and ok. Everything else is arbitrary.