Blessed Are the Hump Sitters

Forget texting and driving - the real distraction for drivers is fighting kids. "He touched me!" "She touched me first!" and on it goes. Parents only wish they had eyes in the back of their head, for then justice would be meted out without objection.

So, being the peacemaker that I am, I have taken to sitting on the hump. You know, that back seat middle hump that is the least comfortable in the car. One kid to my right, one to my left, one up front with Dad, no one in touching distance of anyone else, and can we please relax now and stop distracting the driver?

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the safety of all of us. Of course, I'm praying for guardian angels to protect us on our journey, but I think they secretly like and/or appreciate when I do my part.

Blessed are the hump sitters... start of a new set of Beatitudes?