January 16, 2015
I’ll just go on a run with my kids….
That’s what I thought when my alarm went off at 5:30 this morning. I’d gotten to bed later than usual and had a buddy kicking me most of the night (max had had a nightmare). Then Justin’s alarm went off every 10 minutes for the next half hour, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep anyway.
But it was Friday, we had no definite plans in the morning. I am slightly realistic, so I figured the best I could get was sprinting up the long hill by our house 3ish times while Anna and Max rode bikes behind me. So, we turned in Anna’s photograph for the Inspirations Art Contest at the school and walked a couple of blocks over to the long hill. It was colder than anticipated… Max hadn’t eaten a good breakfast and hadn’t slept well, and I had been ignoring his pleas of, “uppy uppy please” right before we left. Not a good combo. Before we even got to the hill. I offered Anna 50 cents to get him home – without leaving the sidewalk!” And I would be 10 minutes behind them. Then I sprinted up the hill two times and raced home because I was worried the whole time I was running that they had died on the way home and I would be prosecuted for child neglect for letting a 5 year old babysit a 3 year old.
Lesson learned for the 2000 th time. I can’t get in a good running work out with the kids. There was the time that Anna fell on her bike and got scraped up really bad 1/4 mile from our house. Or the time the I broke off the wheels on the stroller and had to balance precariously on three wheels with a kid and a bike in the double stroller (I have learned that 3 year old don’t make it the whole way on a bike.) **Side note I wrote this a couple of months ago, and last Saturday Max rode 3 miles on his bike… so there is hope… we did dangle a rice krispie treat in front of his face for the last half though.
So for now I will continue to get up at the crack of dawn most days. And on the days I can’t quite do it, I will box on the xbox with the kids, or play tag, or play soccer, or just be super happy that I don’t have to shower. Because as much as I wanted to behead Max this morning, I am going to miss them so much when I can go to a 9 am class… or at least I think I will, maybe not….