“Half a league, half a league, half a league onward,
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred.”
This is a very accurate evocation of how I feel right now. Because I have to go with #1 son for him to take his driving test. Not for me to take the driving test. I don’t even have to drive. I just have to sit there, worrying about being late for work. No, I realize that the worrying is not compulsory. But that is what I will be doing. And breathing deeply. And reminding myself that, while these things feel as though there is some serious danger at hand, there is actually nothing wrong.
I won’t be knitting, because my zombie knitting project has taken a turn for the worse.
So, while I am in complete agreement with the many people who have told me that my little agoraphobia doesn’t count as a serious problem, I still want some sympathy. Okay, Pokey? I promise to sympathize with any little unreasonable quirks of yours.
Later… Thank you all for your supportive comments. I survived, and he passed. I almost deleted this, but then it struck me that to do so would be dishonest. After all, I knew that I wasn’t over agoraphobia, but had just overcome it in the sense of being able to cope. Feeling silly is part of it, right?
So, hey, I took the kid to his driving test. And lived.
Again, thanks!
Argh, it’s back to haunt you. Or perhaps it never left, eh?
yes.
Aaawww, punkin’. XOXO. I’m sorry.
On the upside. You may never have to drive again.
Congrats for keeping your cool. Please remind him it goes: “signal first, break second” and to please remember why turn signal were made standard on vehicles. So many people either forgot those fact or never learned them. Oh yeah… wet leaves and light rains on roads… gotta keep him safe! 🙂