I drive a white Volvo, and I drive it (I thought) well.

This morning, I went to move the car. I pulled out of my parking space, tried to change lanes, and hit another car. My first car accident, nothing serious, but I was completely shaken.

I feel like there are certain days/weeks/months where you screw something up and, with each new screw up, you become more prone to screw ups. The harder I try to do everything perfectly, the more I seem to trip over my own feet.

As I wrote this, Sean walked into the kitchen. I immediately started falling over myself apologizing (sound familiar?). I'm close to tears. He is quiet and sweet and when he talked about how he's "concerned with Sarah being in the car", I nearly died. He then proceeded to tell me that he'd rather I take the bus to work. I felt like I was thirteen, and being lectured. I felt like an idiot. I feel like a fucking idiot.

I'm worried that this situation is more than I can handle. I don't like the idea of quitting, because Sarah doesn't deserve that, but does she deserve a nanny who can't drive, worries her dad, and pisses off her mom?