I think I may have whiplash. Or else I am 36 and learning to drive all over again. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?

When I was first learning to drive my parents had a stick shift. I had no idea how to drive it. So my mom decided to take me out and teach me. This consisted of her assuming that I had some idea of how it worked. That was her first mistake.

We set out and I somehow managed to get it to the end of the driveway. I pushed the break in, the car jerked and died. Mom yelled something along the lines of what are you doing and then told me to get out of the car.

Turns out you have to push the clutch in when braking. Who knew?

I decided then that I didn’t need to learn how to drive it. I mean that is what they make automatics for, right?

Fast forward many, many years later and I have a new to me car. I have been a stay at home mom for a little over 5 years now. In that time we have been a one car family. If my husband was at work, I was home without a car. We adapted. But now I have a car. I can take a quick trip to the store if I want. I can take the kids to the library, the movie, the store.

That is as soon as I learn how to drive the thing. Yep, it is a stick shift. Beggars can’t be choosers comes to mind….

I’ve been practicing as much as possible and I dread it. I loathe it. It jerks repeatedly. I stall it over and over. I even managed to spin the tires yesterday by giving it too much gas.

I took a break. Came in the house and cried.

Then I tried again. Not because I wanted to. But because my mean wonderful husband forced me to go back out.

Then it slowly started to click. I still jerk it from time to time. But I haven’t killed it in awhile. I even got brave stupid and took it to the gas station.

Then I got really brave and took Genghis for a ride.

He has been hanging out with his father too much.

I jerk the car while pulling out of the driveway. ‘Sorry about that Genghis.’

‘That’s OK Mommy, nice and easy with just a little bit of gas.’

‘Bite me, Genghis.’

Thursday I will be taking both kids to the grocery store to get my shopping done. If you see a little blue car on the side of the road with two small children in it and a woman slumped over the steering wheel crying, that is us!

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