Driving My Wife To Work After A Snow Storm Is Challenging

Julie doesn't drive in snow. Period. That leaves me behind the wheel after the white stuff falls. Even though I don't mind the driving challenge, her riding shotgun is difficult. I'm usually fine til I get out of our neighborhood, but once I hit a more public roadway, look out. Here's some of what I typically hear in our commute, which is only 15 minutes, thankfully:

"You're driving too fast for the conditions."
"You slid right there, I felt it."
"You're following too close."
"Stay in this lane, the other one looks bad."
And then, after I laugh in disbelief, "It's not funny."

Then there's the physical movements on that side of the vehicle. I would say a minimum of three times she'll plant her feet firmly in the floorboards and at least twice she'll whack my right arm in an effort, I guess, to get me to pay attention. I told her this morning, quit hitting me. She said she wasn't. Alrighty then...

I love Julie with all my heart, but I'm ready for spring... or a chauffeur.