Who knew that taking a walk would become a form of torture.
Backstory: Logan refuses to ride a bike at a friends because he doesn't know how...a bike with TRAINING WHEELS. AND David has been up all night working. AND mommy needs to walk off some weight.
Mommy had this brilliant idea. How about we go for a walk/bike ride. Mommy needs exercise and the boys need to get out of the house before their screaming wakes their dad. Logan suggests riding to the neighborhood park. (Ha Ha)
The minute we get outside the kids begin by complaining because they have to ride their bikes and Mason is complaining because he cannot ride his bike (too big for him). We start off down the road and the whining begins. My legs hurt, Logan is in first place, there are cars coming, I am going too fast.
We turn into the first cul de sac which has a minor incline and the whining turns into full out wailing. Mommy is pushing them up the hill and trying to laugh if off.
Caden stops pedaling and refuses to go any further because Logan is ahead of him. He throws his bike down and sits on the curb. Logan is freaking out because he is going "fast" down the hill. Mason is running faster than Logan is riding.
We turn and start towards the end of the street. It is another small incline and then a car comes. More screaming and Caden yells "I am going to be crushed" As mommy is pushing them up the slight hill and they are screaming, we pass a our new neighbors who are playing ball in the yard. Way to make a great first impression. Look at that woman torturing her children by taking them for a bike ride. Mommy pushes Logan ahead of Caden (trying to reach the crest of the hill) and Caden again throws a tantrum and refuses to ride any further.
We start down the hill and Logan stops and throws his bike down because he doesn't want to go too fast. All of this while Mason is crying and wants to be carried so the cars won't hit him Picture it...mommy carrying Mason, pushing one screaming child up a hill and the other is screaming because a car is coming and he is going too fast. This pattern continues until we finally reach home. Bikes are called stupid and idiots (which are naughty words) and then left in the driveway.
Boys are off to a birthday party and mommy is left fuming. Luckily I can blog about it and then get over it.
Until next time,
Mary
ps: please no comments about how I will look back on these times with fond memories...I know that is true...but today I will wallow in my anger and then it will be gone. My anger is real, my frustration is real and my learning to deal with other sinful people is real. Whether they are 6, 16 or 60. I know that many of you have children walking through the valley and I am praying for you. I don't envy your journey even thought I may be walking it myself some day. I am aware that I am living the dream and am very thankful.
1 comment:
No encouraging comments from me.... I only had two boys and there were some days when I had bad attitudes and unpleasant thoughts. Girl, I have been there. I feel your pain. just sayin
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