Pheww!

I have pictures I have to post, but thought I would add a post dedicated to ME:) So, we had a plan...my parents were coming for the weekend of my driver's test. 2nd driver's test. Nothing like failing something so simple to throw your entire self image for a loop. I had anxiety attacks for weeks. Seriously, it was bad. We had decided that my dad should take me because he was definitely the calmest one out of everyone. My mom would watch the kiddos...and Michael had the choice to stay at work or come home. But, one thing was for sure, I was NOT BRINGING MY KIDS! I love them more than anything. And Skyler has been my biggest supporter...he has encouraged me the entire time. But, as I left, he said, "Mommy, here is the monster we made to help you pass your test (he gave me an art project we did), but please get your license." Um, pressure. I SO did not want to disappoint him. Role reversals aren't supposed to happen until I am OLD! Off my Dad and I went. I was insanely nervous...like, I wanted to pee in my pants nervous...Losing sensation in my legs nervous. My dad was great, distracting me in every way he could. Staying calm even when the sign at the desk said 2 hour delay. We even studied the course for 10 minutes. We waited in line. I was dying. Trying to be positive and shake my nerves. Impossible. As we got closer, we noticed one particular instructor failing everyone she took out. Literally. I was FREAKING OUT! The car in front of me got the happiest and friendliest instructor I have ever seen. Lucky. As we pulled up, a very tall, lanky, dreaded, goateed, extremely slow guy, possibly high, came up to us. The first thing we do is 'show we understand how to work a car'. He asked me to put on my blinker....I put on the windshield wipers. Yep, sure did. I blanked...couldn't figure out how to do the signal. Thankfully, he didn't notice or didn't care, got into the car. First stop...parallel parking. First try, was about four feet from the curb. "Can I try again?" I asked? You have 3 minutes total, he mumbled. MUMBLED is the key word. I couldn't understand ONE WORD THIS GUY SAID! It's a problem. Try number 2....I thought I was golden. IN SLOW MOTION(remember, I have 3 minutes total, he opened his door, checked, slowly closed it, and told me I wasn't close enough. At this point, all nerves out the window, and I think I parallel parked faster than anyone in history. I refused to fail within the first 2 minutes of this test. Relief when I didn't hit any curbs. Off to the road test. Just a heads up, the area is like Rockville pike. SIGNS EVERYWHERE. Within a minute, he mumbled, what did that sign say? WHAT SIGN? WHICH SIGN? I had no idea. He got mad, "Speed limit sign..." Oh...um, 40? Apparently I was wrong. Two minutes later. "What did that sign say?" Oh, COME ON! Um, 45? Wrong again. The entire ride was like this. You'd think I would learn to pay attention. By the end, I was annoyed and told him he asked me too many hard questions. He told me I go whatever speed I want. Figured I wouldn't fight too much with him right before he makes his decision to pass me. Amazingly, he passed me. This was seriously the most stressful situation I have experienced in years. So much was riding on me being able to drive....Pheww~

THANK YOU DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pics to come of our fun weekend with my parents soon!