New laws went into effect recently in the wonderful state of Georgia banning texting while driving so now I am extra careful to keep the blackberry out of reach (see no evil, text no evil). I know I am guilty playing with the crackberry in the car, but I
try to limit usage to red lights. It really is a very bad thing to do. And I will stop it, I promise. Because it’s BAD and dangerous and I don’t want to crash my car and endanger the lives of my family and others.
Anyway, where am I going with this? Oh yes, safe driving.
Handsfree devices and texting bans are fine and dandy but let me tell you, nothing causes more distraction and chaos in my car than my child. Maybe it’s just me, maybe all the other parents have angels in the back seat or simply learn to tune out their kids and concentrate on the road. In my case, I don’t need a Texting Ban. I need a Kid Ban.
The other day I was
barreling driving down the road after picking up Lily from daycare and this about sums up our drive home:
Lily: “Mommy, the DVD is too quiet can you turn it up?”
Me: bending my right arm backwards in an unnatural position (this picture is a re-enactment) to turn it down, swerving slightly and undoubtedly pulling a muscle in my shoulder, but successfully adjusted the volume per the Princess’s instructions.
Lily: munch munch, spit “Hey, this apple has seeds in it, I almost ate one, here you go mommy. Take it, mommmmy, the seeeed, you’re not taking it”
Me: throw the arm back there and reach for the seed. No swerving this time!
Lily: “All done with this apple, here you go. Do we have any water in here, or crackers, I want some crackers!”
Me: Reach for the apple core (oops, slightly close to the lane divider, correct the car), drop it in an empty cup. “Lily, you know better than that, we say ‘may i please have’ when we want something.” This successfully buys me enough time to negotiate a turn, merge into another lane and stop a red light.
Lily: “May I please have some crackers?”
Me: Rip open cracker baggie with my teeth, hand it back there quickly and start to drive as the light turns.
Lily: “Here you go Mommy, you can have a cracker, too, take it, take it, Mommy.”
And the saga continues until we safely make it home….I wonder how much it would cost to install one of those limo-style glass dividers in my vehicle? Or a robotic butler back there?
But really look at that sweet face! You would be attending to all her requests, too, if you hadn’t seen her since 6:30am. I’ve since started to tell Lily that I can only reach/hand over/assist/turn up/down at a red light. To which she quickly added “and at red stop signs, too, because you know you have to stop there.” What can I do? How do you keep your sanity in the car?
Disclosure: If you are a law enforcement officer reading this, I never, ever, ever text and drive. Because it’s very bad. I do, however, drive with a 3 year old in my car, which can be very good, but sometimes very bad.