Much easier when they were little

I should be relaxing after an extremely hard week in which my patience has been tested tenfold. But oh no, my eighteen year old daughter passed her driving test last week and persauded me to add her to my insurance and tonight has harrased me untill I cracked and let her take the car. She has only gone to the cinema and has rang and told me that she has arrived safely but has managed to ruin my evening as I am not going to be able to relax untill she is home and I see that both she and the car are both ok.

Stupid or what, I was beginning to think that things were getting easier, they were growing up, becoming independant and all my worries would soon be over. If only. Spured on by their sister my 16 year old son has received his provisional license in preparation for his 17th birthday in a couple of weeks and the 20 year old is hastily sending off his application on the basis that he cannot allow his two younger siblings to be driving if he is not.

I want a carefree life where I can just think of fluffy things where everything is pink. Is this too much to ask.