I forgot a 😀 yesterday.
We have a driveway that is just long enough for a car to park at the end of, and we are able to maneuver a car from inside the garage, around the car at the end of the driveway, and be on our way. The admirable talent I demonstrated yesterday–I maneuvered out of the garage without knocking my mirrors off, made it around my son’s car without scraping it (my car), and I didn’t knock over the garbage, or recycling bins.
Apparently, I have some debatable skills when I navigate, but I persevered yesterday.
This morning, as I was running an errand, which required leaving the couch, and pre-coffee–I marveled at the tree lined street I travel to get to the main road. I love when the leaves cover all the dead-ness of winter. The sky was really blue, and the temperatures are supposed to be warm again today.
And there she was….little Ms. Must-Text-No-Matter-What, trying to control her ginormous SUV, while riding my butt. It was a nice cell phone with all it’s blinginess, I could see it flashing as she almost rear ended me because traffic was stop and go–and she was busy texting.
I wanted to stop in the middle of the road, get out my car to record her plate number and proceed to lecture her about driving and texting–our state did pass one of those “duh” laws, making texting and driving illegal.
She had a kid in the FRONT seat. Not an adult-sized kid, but a kid kid.
Since I couldn’t stop in the middle of the road during morning rush hour, plate numbers are only on the backs of vehicles, and my lecture would have certainly fallen on deaf ears. The only thing that I had control of, was to say a little prayer that the child makes it to adulthood in spite of his mother’s stoopitiousness. (intentional made up word)
Guess what? I think some of you have heard this before—I lived for over 40 years without a cell phone! 😯 Yes! It’s true!
Pre-kid insanity, it used to baffle me why women didn’t make enough time in the morning to apply make up. They used their car’s mirror for the task. To me, that’s crazy, and I apologize for my judgement of any person reading this, and it’s part of your morning routine, but I don’t want to be riding behind you–I don’t want you riding behind me–and I don’t want to be in the lane next to you. Sorry
When I taxied my kids around when they were little, not a one of them sat in the front seat. Front seat riding wasn’t allowed until they were much older–you know, almost adult size.
I didn’t like the radio mixed with the guaranteed amount of noise 3 kids could make, because it distracted me from keeping my attention on all that was happening around me.
I’m not sure how phone/texting skills are manageable while driving. Certainly, the cell phone has evolved into a much more desirable size. Have kids evolved as well, making less nose these days?
I didn’t need the cell to live. And I’m here today to spread the word!
I’m not as adept at multitasking these days. I have trouble carrying on a conversation if I’m driving. Texting while driving would be an impossibility for me–even if I was ignorant to the fact that it is quite stupid.
I love the ability to text back and forth with my kids. I love Facetime too. I love that I can be a Ms. Lazy Pants and text my son–who lives like a vampire in the basement–that it’s time for dinner. (I know, that’s bad, isn’t it? I also know I could yell, but he never seems to hear me)
I pray my kids never text and drive, and hope that all my lectures were heard. I also hope they know that a phone call can wait until they reach their destination. I taught the lessons I had to teach, now I can only pray they have common sense.
And I hope they are never rear ended by an idiot who has an overblown ego, believing they can text and drive at the same time.