Took my daughter in today to get her learners permit.
It wasn't terribly real to me until I glanced up and saw her face on the preview screen as the DOL employee made up her permit.
Because I want to drive her out to the college every day in the fall even less than I want to see her driving herself. On highway 17. In a motor vehicle. By herself.
Not only that, but the little dears pointed out to me tonight that my son can officially get his permit this year, also.
No parent on earth should have to log 100 hours of practice driving sessions in the same year.
At fuel burn rate of approximately $10/hour, I'm shelling out $1000 for the privilege of shelling out even more to insure two teenage drivers. That's on top of tuition for Driver's Education.
They didn't cost this much when they were in diapers.
Everyone assures me that I will adore having extra drivers attached to the household.
On a completely different note, I made the decision to change my hours. I will be closing at 4:30. Good for my family, but tough to lose kids I love like my own.
I also turned away four other children this week.
I don't usually do that, when I have room. But they've been here before, and after reviewing their records I remember why I was relieved the last time they left. Three and four hours late to be picked up, etc.
I wrestled with the decision for days–but when I really made it, really made up my mind, it was like walking out of a dark room into the light. Knew it was the right thing to do. Paring down the ranks, little by little. I want to go back to more of a family feel and less of the institutional you have to run with larger numbers, even if it doesn't pay as well.
Ooooh. I just had a great idea.
The drivers, being drivers, could eventually get jobs and buy their own gas. And stuff. Yeah?
Maybe this license thing isn't such a bad idea after all…