I think what started it was this CrAzY van went flying by us on the interstate and I was like, "Whoa!" ... because I always have something to say when someone zooms past me at an obnoxiously fast speed (Lord knows I, lil' ole me, don't EVER do that....ahem)
So I am in full out analytical mode diving into my years of research and data gathered on mom drivers, hashing out facts such as this: for every 500 mini vans on the road there is only 1 black one.
Now, I was ready to tackle the mystery of wild mini van driving; and it sure is a mystery because you would think that of all the people out on the road, you'd think that the moms of small children that would be the most cautious...
Well, by golly - I figured out the cause of this madness!
That's the answer... crying BABIES!
I should have known. I was so obvious. And then the clouds parted and my loving gracious Heavenly Father, out of kindness, saw my need for further sanctification (basically, spanked the hypocrite out of me) and turned me into the very mom driver I was picking apart - it was sweet of Him, really....
Allow me to relive the humbling moment:
I am driving along I-88, it was rainy and yucky and the most perfect driving conditions for a blueberry coffee: my happy place
And here is my speed when I am in my happy place..
We were just cruising right along at 64mph, when all of a sudden Davin realized he was tired, didn't like his car seat, and he was annoyed beyond measure....
[freakin' out for lack of better words]
And my happy place went from this:
So, after zooming past 5 cars and Jonathan pointing out the speed limit, I sheepishly released the gas and loosened my death grip and returned to a more modest speed
awwww... to be back in my happy place