I just discovered there’s an ‘Uber for Kids’ out there called HopSkipDrive. It’s actually an ingenious idea. Created by moms for busy parents, this service will shuttle kids to and from pretty much any activity, including school. And it includes a carpool option, which means families can save by signing up to ride-share with others. In theory, this sounds like a slam dunk.

Unfortunately, though, we don’t live “in theory.” We live in the real world where I’m not even sure I trust my kids with my own driving habits, let alone those of a stranger. I mean, it’s not like I’m living all Fast and Furious over here. It’s just…shit happens. And as careful as I am — ESPECIALLY with my most precious cargo — I can’t control the whims of other drivers or the unpredictability of life in general. So to know these conditions are completely out of my control? As in I won’t even be there to attempt to correct anything that might go wrong, even if I stand little chance of doing so? Mmmmmm, I can’t.

Perhaps my biggest reservation? They may be my most precious cargo, but they’re not the most precious cargo of whoever picks up our request for service. And despite the website’s assurances that employees go through the most rigorous of background checks and qualifications, including at least 5 years of childcare experience and a clean criminal and driving record, I’m just not so sure about ushering my kids into the unknown.

Of course, I recognize how silly this is. I mean, I drop my kids off every day at school with adults I blindingly trust to care for them. I hand them over to bus drivers who, despite also undergoing rigorous screening, I don’t know from Adam. And it’s not like I’m some sort of helicopter parent. I’m probably the most free-range of all the free-rangers out there today. It’s like I just stepped out of 1985 minus the chain-smoking Virginia Slims part, to be honest. So what the hell is it I’m so concerned about?

I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because this is a new concept to me. Just handing my kids over to somebody to drive them around in their personal vehicle without knowing anything about them kind of sends up some red flags. Sure, these people look lovely in their profile photos and bios, and I’m sure they probably are, but how do I really know the standards to which this company holds its employees, even though they sound pretty good online? And how do I know future employees won’t somehow subvert the system and get in, sullied pasts and all?

All in all, I’ve got to say that I’m impressed with the creators’ concept. And I think it holds fantastic potential. Hell, maybe one day I’ll get over this uncharacteristic overprotectiveness and cave in if they branch out of California and Denver and come to my area. God knows I could use all the help I can get.

In the meantime, though, I’ll be over here in limbo, letting my anxiety ruin what is probably the best thing to ever happen to parenting since Netflix.

If you, however, are not as monstrous of a worry wart as I apparently am all of the sudden and are interested in checking out the company’s services, you can visit their website here. And then send some of your calming juju my way.

Because I clearly need it.