Life With Boys

The car is in the shop .. I’m home alone with two children, all day. I’m not about to let this lack of car stop me. Tyler needs his allergy meds ‘cause his nose is making me crazy. So I find an alternate solution, I have a bike and a tow behind trailer. Never mind that I get two houses down the block and discover my tires (yes, plural tires) are flat, so it’s back to the garage to get Matt’s bike. (I must remind you here that Matt is a foot taller than I am and rides a “boy” bike.) But the show must go on. Kids back into trailer, helmets back on, and we’re off to Walgreen’s, again.

You think I would have noticed just how many hills there are between my house and Walgreen’s, but no. This is about the time I realize I’m in no shape to be dragging myself and 5o-ish pounds of children up and down sidewalks so overgrown with mystery bushes I have to walk the bike and trailer on the street, where I must mention, the cars are way too close to our little parade.

OK top of a sizeable hill, get back on the bike, don’t use the brakes in hopes of building up some momentum to get at least partially up the next hill. And then the screaming begins, AHHHH, AHHHHH. I’m thinking, “Oh god, Morgan has fallen out of the trailer and is going to be hit by a car.” So I bail off the bike, knocking my knee into the center pole while simultaneously grinding the back of my leg into the pedals to find out everything is just fine, and why wasn’t I paying attention to the pretty red cement truck.

So, now that I’ve lost all momentum, it’s time to push the bike up yet another hill. Why am I doing this? Because I am stupid.

Two hours later we are back in our yellow house, dripping with sweat to discover both boys have fallen asleep in the trailer. Guess it wasn’t much of an adventure after all.