Maybe it was a mistake to let Man-Child get his permit.
A big mistake.
Because do you know how my day was spent? I was pretty much held prisoner in the passenger seat of the car.
Back before he had the permit; I could get time alone by "running errands." Because really? Why would he want to go with me anywhere?
No more. Now, it is constant - "Mom, do you need to go somewhere?" "Mom, we need to run to Target." "Mom, we need to go to the grocery."
I tried to sneak out of the house this morning. For some "alone" time.
As I was applying my lipstick (I should have run before then!), Man-Child appeared in the doorway.
"Where are you going?" he asked (oh so innocently).
Thinking quickly I replied, "Christmas shopping." Surely this would buy me some alone time. Hmmm, not so much.
He wanted me to come home early so that I could take him to lunch. Read between the lines to mean: he wanted to drive me to lunch and whatever other errands I might have. NOT that he really wanted to spend time with me.
::sigh:: I fear that any alone time I might have had is gone! Do you hear me? GONE!
Soon you will find me sitting in a corner; rocking and eating my own hair. And it's all because, I let him get his permit. Be warned, my friends! Be warned!