It is not just a phase....

A few months ago, 8 to be exact, I noticed that I have become the slowest driver. I used to whip around town going a minimum of 5 miles over. Now I wonder why everyone is flying past me, only to look down and realize that I am going to exact speed limit or a little under. We have big, safe cars, an SUV and a truck, but in my mind nothing is safe enough.

I am the paranoid mother hen. I thought it was just a phase when Hudson was a newborn but clearly, it is not. I cannot even talk about getting on the highway without getting anxiety. I am always adjusting my mirrors, have both hands on the wheel and sweaty palms. I hate cars being near me. I used to get behind slow drivers and under my breath I would say, "Ugh, stupid mothers." Now, I am the lady you speed past and throw your hands up at. And sadly, I just do not care. I have precious cargo in the backseat. All I need now is a mini van and a "baby on board" tag. Kidding. I hope.