The Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Truly Terrifying

(with a nod to Carole for GBU)

When you become a parent there are many things that you think about and try to plan for that you know will happen in the future. You look at your innocent little child that has yet to learn to walk or talk or talk back and look forward to the years ahead with anticipation. You know that there will be obstacles and milestones and you think that it will all be okay. That the bumps in the road ahead can’t be anywhere near as bad as your parents have warned. More importantly, that there is no way this innocent little child could become the terror that you were as a teen.

Yeah, right. Your ‘rents were right, it CAN be that bad and yes, you CAN worry that much.

Guess who’s going for her road test Tuesday morning? If you guessed Dobby you get a gold star. If she passes her test this will open up a whole new door to our lives. A whole new dimension, even. A dimension where my lovely daughter who cannot pay attention enough to be able to pass a Geometry test or remember to put away ALL the dishes in the drainer will be behind the wheel of a vehicle. Unsupervised.  There is not enough fiber or sock yarn in the world to keep me distracted enough to not worry about this one.

Be afraid, Western Massachusetts, be very afraid.

So now we come to it, the Good, the Bad and the Ugly:

The Good: We will no longer have to drive to town in the dark, freezing night to pick her up from work. We have someone to send to the store to buy milk!

The Bad: Now we will worry from 9pm to 9-whatever (and I know you’re reading this, kiddo – it better be before 9:30 if you’re working ’til 9) about whether or not she will make it home okay.

The Ugly: Do I actually need to spell it out? UNSUPERVISED, people!!

The Truly Terrifying: The idea of getting ‘that’ call. You know the one. ‘nuf said.

So by the time you read this she’ll be taking the test…I hope she passes.  Because I don’t want to have to deal with her if she doesn’t.

Wish her luck – wish us all luck. Oh, and if you live in the western half of the state…you might want to move. Or stay home. ;o)

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