Surviving the Domestic Jungle

Dinner was a smashing success and full of laughs and an overall great time! No drama or fighting and left feeling fat and happy! As I was driving home, I had a realization about myself that was quite interesting. As I drove, I realized I am a total grandma when I drive at night. I cant see anything and am so much more timid than during the day. My husband is a chronic road rager and it is to the point where I cannot stand being in a car with him! We drive so differently that all we do is annoy each other. I look at driving as an enjoyable experience. Turn on some good tunes, the kids are strapped in ONE place and it is a moment of serenity and peace for me. He, on the other hand, acts like everywhere he is going is some sort of medical emergency and he is late. If someone is going one mile under the speed limit, he is damn near ramming into their car, throwing up his arms, yelling at them. Oh it is so painful for me! I want to scream at him that they cant hear him nor do they care and chances are, they probably don’t even notice him having a total tantrum. They are probably lost in thought while listening to Britney Spears and couldn’t give a rats patoot about the jerk behind them. What a waste of energy. I could never get that angry about something so trivial. I decided I like being the grandma driver. I have precious cargo in my car and I am not worried about people like my husband because I am safe inside my serenity force-field! I would get that “Baby on Board” sticker for my window because people make fun of them for some reason but I think they are great. Its my way of saying that I am driving like this for a reason and it is a good reason so go around me! We have never taken a road-trip together and to be honest, we would probably be divorced at the end of it! We are just too different behind the wheel and he is getting progressively worse and I am getting progressively worse but in different ways! At least dinner was a success.