It’s amazing I haven’t yet crashed my car. It’s payback, I’m realising, for all those times my brother and I were arguing over who knows what while my irate mother tried to play peacemaker and Stevie Wonder’s Conversation Peace became gradually louder over the in-car speaker system…
The minute we’re in the car any sense of harmony they felt for each other in the spacious reprieve of our house is suddenly replaced by extreme anxiety at being strapped in side by side inside a metal box that’s smaller than our bathroom.
Every car journey (mostly to and from school) is like a trip back in time where I get a front seat to my parents divorce except this time I’m in the front seat of my car trying not to say the F word in front of my kids while trying to stop them verbally and physically assaulting each other over something as banal as a fucking kinder egg.
This is what parents mean when they tell you their kids are driving them crazy!!
What tips do you have for keeping the peace on the road? Tell me hadassah@threelittlehines.com