It’s not a sled.

15 Mar

Most people in my position would be really happy to have a child who can now officially drive her, and her brother to their dad’s house 40 miles away instead of having to truck them down there only to get scowls and snarls from Step-Monkey. I am not as lucky because #1 is a notoriously BAD DRIVER.

This is a story:

On the coldest night this year, the kids drove home from their dad’s house. It is kind of nice to have them driving themselves nowadays rather than the bi monthly trips 80 miles round trip. The dogs were going ape but the kids had not pulled into the driveway. Couldnt figure it out… then #2 comes in… “uh mom…”

**Lets stop right there for a second. Anyone who has teenage boys knows that if your son tries to directly communicate with you, its not going to be good. So imagine my blood pressure raising quite a bit at that point.**

Apparently #1 couldn’t get up our driveway due to some snow; so she tried to go up the street, turn around and then race down the street (downhill) and take a 90 degree right hand turn on ice. Physics is not her strength. So now we have half a Chevy Malibu (dubbed the Chevy Malamute) in the driveway and a tweaked out light post.

You know its going to be a great week when it starts off with your daughter playing chicken with a lamp post. No worries,  #1 and #2 are okay.

The lamp post however is in critical condition.

Luckily the whole thing happened in my driveway and not god forbid on the highway or with another car.

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