I have all of these wonderful blog ideas tumbling around in my head. I'd love to share them with you, but now that I have two teenagers on social networking sites, I can't get a word in edgewise! Like giving them the phone isn't enough. Sheesh! How is a mom supposed to socialize anymore?
In other news, I have found the passenger brake. It's called Christopher's right arm. If he doesn't slow down fast enough to suit me, I commence to tapping. While gripping the armrest and stomping the floorboard. It's awful. I know. I don't really hit him. Just tap him enough to take his foot off the gas and to make him go "Mom, I got it!" It works, too. As long as it doesn't backfire and he stomps on the gas, we're good. I really don't mean to do it, but stomping my foot into the floorboard is...not at all effective. Perhaps driver's education is a viable career option for me. No? LOL
He really is a good driver. He likes the speed a little more than I'm comfortable with, but he does really well. This moment happened only once on a 20 minute ride home, his first in the dark, I think. We were approaching an intersection faster than I was comfortable with. I'll give him this...at least he hasn't put my car in the ditch. Like I did my dad's truck....and scared the crap out of my sister...and took two guys in another truck to pull us out with a chain.
We won't be driving in the old neighborhood anytime soon.
I love this post because I can relate to every single word. By the time Steven gets his drivers license, I'm going to be on Xanax.
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