The way I see it, if other drivers are rude, cut me off or even flip me off, so be it. Let them get all worked up over it. Once they get to their final destination they are someone else’s cranky problem, not mine.

The problem? My husband takes those drivers personally. Not good. Not good at all.

I’m not the neatest person in the world. I openly admit this. And yes I have an extra pair of shoes in that SUV as well as a couple of magazines and a half empty (or half full) bottle of Poland Springs Water. Add children to the mix and the car is a complete disaster.

Tell me something….how did a trail of ketchup get on the ceiling of the car? Seriously.

Here’s the true test:

You can sit in the other room and not hear one kid “whining” the other kid’s name. You know the whing I am talking about? Kind of high pitched and about 30 letters long. An example for you: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN