At some point since I've come back to work, I have become a bad passenger. Scott would probably expand my description to annoying, irritating, and backseat driver. I'm not sure what happened as I wasn't always such a nervous nellie. It may have been the car accident I had in March that has made me a little less cavalier with my life. It may be that I have been constantly exhausted and feeling emotionally at the end of my rope, so my nerves are raw. Who knows? But Scott will be the first to tell you that he is not going to miss commuting with me once I start my new job.
I thought that commuting together would be really lovely - a time to relax, catch up, talk to my husband without the kids around. Turns out when I'm not nodding off on Scott (yeah I'm great company), I'm sucking my teeth and stomping on a pretend brake pedal. Super charming, eh? Don't you want to carpool with me? I have a theory that Scott's driving has become more haphazard as of late, and that he has taken to accelerating to a stop which drives me nuts. Just this morning I yelled "Why the hell are you speeding up when that car in front of us is SLOWING DOWN??!!??". He looked over at me and smirked, telling me to "relax" and that maybe I should blog about this. His theory being that I'm not the only annoying passenger out there…my theory being that I'm not the only woman out there who is driven bonkers by how her husband drives.
So there you have it. As of July 1st, Scott will no longer have to deal with my irritating-back-seat-driving-ways, and I will no longer spend over 2 hours a day with my heart in my throat. Win-win, no?