driving with a 15-year-old

Okay, being the intrepid mom of a 15-year-old, I decided it was time to take Mary out for a driving lesson. Since she'd already had three behind-the-wheel lessons with her driver's ed instructor, I felt it was probably a safe thing to do. (Yes, her instructor has repeatedly told her that she needs LOTS of practice, but I wasn't planning to have her do anything risky.)

We started out in neighborhoods where she got lots of practice stopping and making turns--especially right turns which the instructor specifically said she needed help doing. We also had to watch for people taking evening walks. We then ventured out of neighborhoods onto more well-traveled streets (but not TOO well-traveled) and then back into other neighborhoods. Eventually, we drove on a 4-lane street and turned into Hallbrook, a very posh subdivision with wide streets with tree-lined medians. At one yield intersection, I told her to turn left. She proceeded past the median, and as we were about to cross the other side of the street, I noticed in very clear view a large SUV coming closer to MY side. I told her to STOP, then GO. Actually, I'm not sure what I said. But thankfully, the SUV slammed on the brakes, and we sailed through the intersection. Mary said the bushes were in her way. I don't remember how I responded, but she did meekly say she was sorry.

Luckily, as we headed home, there were no more incidences. I did, however, decide maybe I should have a little glass of wine. (Jim is away on business.) But when I got into Jim's stash and found a corked bottle, I realized the cork was on a bit too tight for me to get out. And if I did get it out, I might not get it back in to Jim's satisfaction, so I put it away.

I think I'm going to take a bath now.