I try to be a good Mum ...

I used to think childbirth was terrifying, but I've just experienced something far worse.  Me, the passenger; TTO, the driver; and what he laughingly calls music playing on the cd, and a 15 minute drive down to his mate's place.  It's hard relinquishing control when you've been driving for 30 years, but I was very good - not one nagging comment, "what's the speed limit for red P-plate drivers again", "aren't you a bit close to that car in front", "did you have to change lanes then", "shouldn't you slow down for this corner" - nope, not one word.  Of course my upper lip has the imprint of teeth from biting down, and the door handle has hand grip marks that may never fade, but not one nag from me - GO MUM!

I have whiled away the day perusing new recipes (thank you flist), watching S2 Farscape (D'Argo and John are such fun together) and learning how to animate icons - not very well (points across to dancing icon), but it's a start.  More practice tomorrow - prepare for the onslaught of Buffy and Spike, and possibly John and Aeryn, doing all sort of things, very quickly, in my new icons.

  • Current Mood: accomplished accomplished
  • Current Music: Nothing - my ears still hurt from the car ride
not one nag from me - GO MUM!

Good for you, you're a hero amongst mothers. Safe to say I won't be the one teaching our girls to drive in 10 or so years' time.
H ehad to get 50 hours of experience with a licensed driver while he was on his Learner's permit - I learnt to cope. These days I rarely travel with him, granted he hasn't had any major accidents in the time he's been driving, but my nerves can only take so much. I now know what my parents were on about when I had my Ps though ;-).