Mom’s Behind the Wheel Multitasking
My mother is very good at multitasking. As we drive from Wisconsin to Florida, with a Portuguese Water Dog, a cat on Prozac, and mini pig with an oral fixation, I grab the Oh Shit handle as she spontaneously veers into the right lane.
I ask her, “Are you alright; do you need me to drive? I don’t feel like dying today.”
“I’m not going to kill you, I just want to close my eyes for a couple minutes.”