So, having a teen driver in the house can be, well, a tad bit stressful…okay, incredibly stressful.
- I am really thankful that my man is the main driving teacher at my house.
- I mean, immensely thankful.
How in the WORLD did my parents do it? (Believe me, I have asked myself that question many times in my parental life, not just about this.) I mean, when Jacob is behind the wheel, I am sitting there white-knuckling the seat of the car like I am on the biggest, baddest, scariest, most rickety roller coaster known to man! My body is so tensed up, I’ve got a crick in my neck when I get out of the car! I am surprised there is not a hole in the floorboard of the passenger’s side from my stomping of the imaginary breaks. I find myself pressing into the floor and saying, with increasing panic, “Break, BREAK, BREAAAAKKKK!!!”
Does that ever go away??
So, let me just re-state, for the record, how much I appreciate that Clyn takes that on and takes Jacob out to practice his driving, because, y’all, my nerves just can’t take it!
“Adolescence is a period of rapid changes. Between the ages of 12 and 17, for example, a parent ages as much as 20 years.” ~Author Unknown
- I am thankful for Daylight Savings Time and an extra hour of sleep this morning.
- I am thankful for leisurely breakfasts of cheese biscuits and turkey bacon that my sweet Hubby cooks for us.
- I am thankful for re-runs of The Brady Bunch and that liquid gold that most folks simply call “coffee”.
It truly is the simple things, y’all!
Until tomorrow…Be thankful!