So apparently I make my niece nervous when I drive. One little playhouse, and then it takes forever to gain their trust back. 😉
For those of you just joining, I am currently in pursuit of item number five on my list of things I’m scared to do, and it is this: to get my driver’s license.
Technically, day two of driving was actually a week ago today-last Thursday, for those of you who are bad at math. My first drive getting back behind the wheel went very well, and I am now convinced that’s because I was the only one on the road. To get used to driving again, my dad and I took a quiet back road. There were a couple random cars and a few elated school bus drivers who’d dropped off their last load of kids and were now racing each other to see who had the baddest bus, but other than that we mostly had the road to ourselves.
This second drive was in town. In town I just feel ten times more tense. There’s so many things to be paying attention to! Lights, stop signs, intersections, other drivers. Right now it’s pretty overwhelming, but I expect the more I do it the easier it’ll get. Even though I was a lot more stressed, I think it went pretty well. I went all through town taking my dad on errands, parking all cool, and even picked up my niece from preschool.
But may I mention how hard it is to drive with a five-year-old in the car? You wanna talk distractions? My niece can talk distractions! At first, she started out all innocent. (Don’t they always?) She was really sweet and told me all about her day. Then she started ordering me to drive to places like Subway or the library or the park. When I said no, she started whining. When she started whining, she kicked off her shoes. Not liking the answer she was getting, she asked again to go to Subway. I said no.
So when we arrived at Subway, I got her out of the car only to find out that my dad had committed the unforgivable sin of taking out her shoe laces so her feet could actually fit into her shoes. This was a regrettable error. From the time we ordered our sandwiches until the time we got home, little Mackenzie made it her duty to let us know how seriously we had erred.
Still, between all the distractions of town and my irritated niece, I still got us home safely and without incident. It ended up going well, but let’s just say I now understand why that notorious spanking hand comes out so often in the car!
On the way back home, my dad said something to me along the lines of, “I know you were nervous today about driving into town again and all that, but you really did do a good job.”
Mackenzie took this opportunity to pipe up from her car seat to say indignantly, “I’m nervous.”
Through my laughter I managed to ask, “You don’t like my driving, Kenz?”
“Nooooo,” she replied, shaking her head vigorously.
The entire way home, Mackenzie proceeded to tell me where to turn, when to go, and at what speed I should do it all at. When she saw a green light, she’d say, “Go, Lizzie.” If I didn’t do it quickly enough to suit her, she’d say it louder: “Go, Lizzie!”
“Slow, Liz. Little farther, little farther…good.”
So, in conclusion my dear friends, there is something worse than a backseat driver as I have found and it is called, “a car seat driver.”
I should know. 😉