Did you resolve something for 2013? I can’t handle the disappointment, so I don’t bother. I certainly have things I intend to do, but I just say to myself, “self, just do it.” And myself either does or it doesn’t and either way it’s ok. If I sit and think about it for much time at all, I typically talk myself out of whatever it was.
Well, today, after wrestling with the alarm clock post holiday break, I fell blissfully back to sleep on the couch. The children were tardy, as I predicted, but not for a lack of genuine effort. The clothes were laid out, the lunches packed, the waffle batter was made. There are only so many bodies I can put clothes on and force feed and scrub teeth. At some point, they have to get themselves out the door. After all this, Brent drove them to school, as planned, being as it was so cold, we were running so late, and just because like most mornings lately, our bike mojo is low. It’s ok. I am ok with it. You can be too.
Then with the sun shining in, I said to myself, “self, let’s go ride our bike.” So we did. Oliver and I bundled in layers for the mid 20s/low 30s day. We grabbed things to drop off at The Wild Ramp, Bottle & Wedge, Kidz Biz Consignment, and Rachel’s house. I had just fed the boy some ice cream, because, why not? Then I promised him a stop at Tropical Moon while we were out. Because, why not? We were going on a bike ride! Then, that’s just what we did. All that. The drop offs, the fro-yo, the riding.
It was wonderful. The sun was all sunny. The day was all bright.
Yes, there was the overlooking of extra socks and shoes for the toddler who is learning about bladder control. Especially when he’s sleeping. Totally nailed the idea of using a toilet on our 275mile drive this week, but couldn’t handle a 40minute nap on the bike. However, we were able to test out the new rain pants, and they do stay dry, just not in the way the manufacture intended. He was also a champ about not wearing mittens. He used his pockets. Smart thinking tike. There were keys and toys in the pockets.
So now we are home for a short spell, passing time with some coconut curry for me and a little Netflix and raisins for him. Then we are going to drive up to retrieve the other three children. My legs are spent. Seven slow miles and I feel like I ran a marathon, not that I have any idea what running a marathon feels like, but my legs are jello.
Now, if I could only make up places to go every day. Oh, and people to go places with. That’s always a delight too. Sunshine and friends. Perfect bike weather.