Road Rage

Is road rage genetic? I pray to God every morning as I'm putting my daughter into the car that she'll fall asleep as we drive in to work together. My whole morning revolves around what time she wakes up and what time I feed her in the hopes that we'll strike the magical balance that will cause her to fall asleep within the first 10 minutes of being in the car. Usually, I'm proud to say, it works. Today, however, is another story...she didn't sleep a wink. About 15 minutes in I hear it...she's grunting...and that kind of grunting can only mean one thing...POOP.
And I start praying, "Oh God, please don't let her be pooping. She hates to have poop in her diaper and we've still got another 40 minutes to go. Please God, please!"
But there's no stopping a baby on a pooping mission. After about 3 rounds of Old Mac Donald and 6-7 Twinkle, Twinkle solos, she realized that mommy isn't going to get her out of the Midevil torture device known as her carseat and it started. Really, is there anything more stressful than a baby screaming in her carseat? The guilt, the anxiety, the frustration...it would put the sanest person over the edge. So I begin my conversation with her about learning to be patient as I mumble the "sh word" under my breath at some lady driving while talking on her cell phone (don't get me started on that topic) who won't let me change lanes. Yes, it did strike me as a tad-bit unlikely that she will learn to be patient, but perhaps God will have mercy on my soul and gift Cassie with this trait. My mom is so patient that it's annoying sometimes so perhaps it just skipped a generation and there is hope for Cassie floating around her gene pool somewhere. Lord knows I'm a lost cause!