Teenager drivers

I've entered a new phase in my life, I knew it was coming because it's a natural progression in life. My teenager is driving.

For those who have lived it, I share your shudder. It is a horrifying experience. There is no better way to explain how you can put your life in the hands of a person who has no legal rights that are recognized. And if they happen to actually kill you, will be gifted to another family.

It's not like they listen to you normally, now you have to tell them what to do behind the wheel of YOUR car. If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "Yeah, yeah, Mom, I know!", I would have a better car!

Let's start with the word STOP. It seems pretty clear doesn't it? It means to halt all action, to cease movement. Well, apparently this was not in the manual or on the Washington State Driving test because I find when I say, "Stop", I begin to repeat myself, progressively getting louder and louder as we hurtle toward to item I didn't want to hit in the first place. When she finally hits the brakes in a bone jarring halt with us slamming back and forth like a paddle ball, I get "I was stopping" sneer. Really? My chiropractor will probably disagree.

Next is, "What are those line for?" MMmmmmm...imagine if they were there because we are supposed to stay between them. I am truly surprised we haven't been pulled over for weaving like a drunk before now, it's sad on how many turtles she has killed.

This one is my favorite, other people share the road. It happens. But OH MY GOD, she totally freaks out when a car starts following her or heaven-forbid a biker is along side the road. I have feared for the safety of those unsuspecting targets, sweating as we whiz by narrowly missing them. Luckily we've gotten past the issue of cars coming toward us, that sent her into fits for awhile and gave me some additional gray to my hair.

We haven't graduated to the freeway yet, I don't think I'm ready just yet. That may require a trip to the store for some Depends.