Finally, after the month and a half of sheer hell with early rising and spending daylight hours at school I can cross out my next to-do list item – “Get the driving licenses”. Done. Period.
It was fun, useful and everything, but boy, I’m exhausted. Kate can speak for herself, but it’s been a long time since I felt the relief like the one when I got my shiny new plastic license through a tiny window in a wall yesterday night.
The show must go on, and we decided to take extra practical driving classes to stay in good shape until the landing on the other side. There’s nothing worse than forgetting all that hardly earned. I believe it’s a good thing. It isn’t expensive, fun and streams more and more confidence into us each time.