Driving lessons (drabblemania topic: red)

Anthony's original intent was to keep his eyes tightly closed and try to concentrate on his breathing. Unfortunately he wasn't enough of a trusting soul to entirely keep his eyes closed, so intent kept giving way to practicality in a kind of quick-blink method - he'd open his eyes, see something terrifying, close them again, imagine something more terrifying, lather, rinse, repeat.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. "Fabe," he commented as evenly as his increasingly panicked heart would allow, "haven't you had enough driving practice for the day?"
"I'm fine." Fabian protested. "Besides, we're only at the end of the street."
( And the adventure continues. )

Something in the means of an update.

Not much happening today. The weather cooled off, so it's actually mostly tolerable in here now. Operation Toddler Wakefulness is mostly successful, and if he goes to bed at a reasonable hour I have a Lush bath bomb waiting for me in the bathroom with glittery goodness inside. If I don't collapse from exhaustion, that is. In the meantime I've been reading more of 'Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman: Adventures of a Curious Character' and enjoying it immensely. He has very little in the way of pretentions, and I like that.

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Muse has gone on strike mostly and is being coaxed back with promises of chocolate and real sleep. Tomorrow is Sean's group, which I'm going to mainly to get out of the house, and the vision therapist in the afternoon. I suppose anything to keep busy.

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Note from Mature Self: If you wish to be taken seriously, do not emit Beavis and Butthead style snickering at sight of child holding extended rapper snapper to diaper area. No. You are older than twelve. (Rapper Snapper: weird looking piece of corrugated plastic pipe that makes nifty sounds when pushed inward or pulled outward. Kind of looks like a smaller plastic version of those dryer venting pipes.)

Even if it was funny.
*punches self* Shut up, Beavis.