So to get my car to our new home, I had to drive myself and my kiddies about 750 kms (about 500 miles) -- and 300 kms of that was across a dirt road. I've been in 2 roll-overs on dirt roads (I wasn't driving in either) and the mere thought had my stomach doing its' own little roll-overs.
But I DID IT!
I put Roald Dahl on the CD player, and we listened to Georges' Marvellous Medicine, and The Witches, and we drove into BeachTown in gorgeous late afternoon sunshine.
I am very proud of myself. I know it's hardly like discovering the cure for cancer, or winning a gold medal, but I conquered a real fear, and that deserves a little pat on the back, doncha think?
Very proud of you! xox
ReplyDeleteI am patting you on the back !!!!
ReplyDeleteGood on you xxxxx
Good on ya!!! I know what it is like to drive from Melbourne to Adelaide (800km) on my own, so you DID GOOD GIRL!!!!!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! I'd call that an auspicious beginning to your brand new life!
ReplyDeletecongrads! here is a pat on your back!!! those little things to some are huge for others...great job!
ReplyDeletePat pat pat. :-)
ReplyDeleteWell done! *pat pat*
ReplyDeleteI don't drive at all, so you're doing way better than me.