I am a bad driver, after all.

With Christmas fast approaching I feel the need to squeeze in one quick blog post. I start writing a blog in my head multiple times between the times I actually post, so forgive me if this is a little choppy. It's past my bedtime, and I'm actually just procrastinating finishing my Christmas cards. That's one thing I'm really good at - procrastination. I'm kind of a last minute gal. I'm learning the hard way that it's really a terrible trait. I thought I had plenty of time to get my cards done but turns out most people probably will not get their card from me until after Christmas. Oh well. On the topic of bad habits, I've discovered another one about me - I'm not a very good driver. I've been told that repeatedly over the years, silently with a "look" from my Dad, not so silently from my husband, but this weekend I finally accepted the fact. I really do try to be careful, after all I am often driving around 4 children, so it truly isn't intentional. I worked a 24 in Charlotte last Friday and the kids and I stayed to do Christmas-y things with my folks until Sunday morning. Steven was preaching outside of Winston-Salem so the kids and I drove straight there from Charlotte. After church we decided to go eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant before heading home. Eli got the special treat of riding with Daddy and I followed behind in our van. Not long into the drive we were making a right turn at a stoplight. I thought Steven had already turned so I quickly glanced to my left to see if I could make it and gunned it....only to quickly discover he was still sitting and waiting. I screamed and all three of the kids in my car started crying (Sadie not so kindly pointing out it was all my fault - like I was going to try and blame her or the baby). Thankfully Steven had just finished preaching so he couldn't get too mad at me. He pulled a little ways down the road  (the lady behind him was waving at him to get him to stop - unbeknownst to her the offender was married to him) and we checked out the damage - thankfully not nearly as bad as it had sounded. I am missing my lower lights on the right, but who needs those anyways? I was pretty humiliated about this whole experience, to say the least. I mean, who has a car accident with their husband?? Only me. As I told the kids in the car, we need to be thankful that no one was hurt, that it could have been worse. Steven most likely wont sue. It has actually been awhile since my last accident, but looking back at them all - there are all undeniably my fault. Although one of them in high school the stop sign was blocked by a tree - I swear. So, I admit it, I am not a good driver. I have tried hard to be cautious this week in the car, and I will continue to, but I'm 34 years old so I'm thinkin' I just might not get any better. Here's a disclaimer/warning if you pass my red minivan - drive defensively. And have a Merry Christmas!