I would never proclaim to be the world’s best driver. I have my fair share of speeding tickets and weird depth perception issues that make it impossible for me to drive comfortably next to trucks. I have a terrible sense of direction and whenever I attempt to drive without the assistance of my car’s navigation system, I inevitably end up lost in the middle of nowhere, or even worse, in the middle of sketchy streets lined with hookers and drug dealers. (That even occasionally occurs when I press the “avoid major highways” button as well. Like, yesterday, for example.) I’m not entirely convinced that if I took a driving test today I would pass.
But… I am the only one that I feel comfortable driving my three kids around. I feel OK with Jeff behind the wheel, and maybe my parents too. Other than that, though, I simply can’t do it. I know this about myself, but I forgot.
We hired a sitter to help out from 3-6 so that I could have a couple more work hours during the day and have someone keep an eye on them while I make dinner. She’s smart and great with kids and has worked at day care centers and as a nanny. The plan was to have her pick the kids up at school and bring them home. It was a good plan. Except, that I called her this morning to change her arrival time until 4 to meet us here, instead. The thought of someone else being the first to see all of them after a long day and carting them fifteen minutes home was making me crazy. I just couldn’t do it.
I know that someday, I’ll need to relinquish some control. But, I’m just not there yet. Not even close.