I am up, showered, coiffed and coffeed. Why? Against my will, I tell you!
The terror begins today. The knot in my stomach tells the tale, I don't want to do this. It's too soon. I'm not ready. I may never be ready.
I've put it off, made my excuses but still the inevitable marched closer and closer.
It all began so innocently, blinking it's big blue eyes at me. Of course, I had to take it home, nearly 16 years ago; it was helpless.
But now the day is coming nearer. The day...
My oldest child starts driving.
Amanda is enrolled in the Driver's Education course Alive at 25 Once completed, she's on to the dreaded Learner's Permit. We're just over a year shy of her Driver's License.
There is no hope; if you must wish anything for me, wish that it's over with quickly.
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There's always a way to prevent a child from driving. I call it unfinished chores.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
You have my deepest, most sincere sympathies; my youngest is toodling down that path- the only reason we're not behind the wheel yet is because he's nearly as big a procrastinator as his dearest mother :P
How right you are, Aynde!
Meg, welcome and thanks for the sympathy. She's passed the course and will be on to the test.. whenever we get to it. We know a bit about procrastinating ourselves!
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