Before I move on into insightful and witty discussions about the differences between big city Chicago living...and the somewhat hicksville (yet always classy) locale I live in...can I just say:
"OMG my 16 year-old is out driving himself all over the place!"
Middle Boy turned 16 in May, and couldn't wait to get his driver's license. He watched his older brother get his, and get a car...and couldn't wait for his turn. Now, I was thinking it would be easier, watching the next child drive away...because, you know, I'd gotten through it once.
Wrong. I'm back to having stomach clenching worry and watching the clock (bleary-eyed) until 11, when he has to be home.
The one thing that really bugs me the most about this is: we have no money to buy Middle Boy a used car. When Oldest Boy was 17, we handed him the keys to a Mustang (yes, capitalized)...and not just any Mustang, it has red and black leather inside, that new "retro" body style, and looks pretty (sorry O.B., I said "pretty"). It wasn't new, just new to him, and he worked really hard in school and sports (not getting home each day until 7pm, only to start studying) , and we wanted to do this for him. And we could.
Being in the residential construction industry...I guess you can imagine what my bank account looks like these days. It's been a tough couple of years. Middle Boy wants a jeep so badly, but Mom and Dad just can't swing it right now. (And we aren't talking "expensive, tricked out jeep"...the one he saw and would love to have is 14 years old.) We've made a deal with Middle Boy: since Dad works from home, how about if Dad and Middle Boy share the ride in the garage? He accepted the deal-i-o...go figure.
So if you happen to see this:
driving down the street...please keep an eye on it...and let me know if he changes lanes without signaling.