Teenage Driver vs. Bubble Bath

My youngest child recently started a driver’s education course.  Along with this class, the state of Utah requires parents to drive 40 hours with their student which is good because this new law has significantly lowered the rate of teenage wrecks.  However, I still absolutely despise sitting in the passenger seat with my life in the hands of a teenager, even if the teenager happens to be smart and fairly responsible.  I am probably one of the worst ”new driver” moms, and may possibly be categorized as a “Paranoid Mother” when in the car with a hormonal teenager who thinks they know everything.   As I write this entry, I am concluding that even though I have driven with five prior teenage drivers, my patience has not improved…….at all!  In fact, I am more nervous than I was in my early years of parenting.  I am concluding it would be best for my last child and ME to be spared from my fits of paranoia.  I think a good solution to this problem is to have my husband be my son’s one and only driving companion.  I’ll stay at home and take a bubble bath.  Yeah, I really like that idea!  I’ll inform my husband of his new assignment tonight.