Spring has sprung in our neighbourhood.The days are warmer, longer and wetter.
This morning I decided that the best way to start the day would be to go for a walk with my children. I have a book to return to the library, I am waiting for a parcel to arrive at the post office, our baby girls hair is out of control and she needs hair clips (have you seen this child’s hair? It’s my hair, but with food in it, paint and farther out of control b/c she gets to nap and has to wear a toque outside) and we are out of milk as well as my husband has requested Dejon mustard to go with supper. I am feeling restless and “up town” is only a 15min walk, and getting them all in the minivan is a lot of work for just picking up some milk.
Here’s the plan, get the kids ready, the big kids can ride their bikes, I will take the stroller to put the purchase in and the baby.
Stroller……………………put away for winter behind every tool box, extra plywood, old desk, in the back corner under the garage steps………never mind I’ll take the wagon.
Wagon…………put away for winter under the deck, No problem the kids took their bikes out on their own I got this………………Wagon used as storage for mini quad, extra sand toys, under the trampoline net………whatever they can all walk, its good exercise and nice out.
Boy is now playing with the neighbors, baby is trying to take off her boots to play with neighbors (in a sing song angelic motherly tone “come on kids lets go for our walk”)
Boy “can I take my bike?”
Mom “sorry buddy, (calmly explain the situation) we are all walking”
Boy “I HATE THIS FAMILY TIME STUFF, YOU’RE THE WORST MOM EVER”
Mom “ok, that’s fine, we still are going for a walk” (b/c I am actually a really good mom, and being active with your children is a great idea!)
One hour later after this terrific idea we leave our yard. We get to the end of the street realize I don’t have the mail keys, forgot my library book, and my cell phone. The darling children are skipping and singing happily (baby sing “uptown funk you up” because we are going “up town”) so there is no way I am turning this train around. (The kind lady at the post office will check my box for me, I’ll return the library book another day and I don’t need my phone for a walk.)
Now I am so thankful we live so close to the school. LOVE IT. The only problem is we need to walk by the playground to get “up town”.
Mom – sing song angelic tone b/c there are people around – “Girl and Boy if you are making good choices on our walk, when we come back we will stop and play at the park. Please stay away from the equipment so the baby doesn’t want to play” Boy and Girl listen………………Baby screaming, I carry her past the playground and re-direct her attention to a puddle on the other side of the road.
By the time we are past the school on a side street I am contemplating knocking on the doors of any house that appears to have children to ask to borrow their wagon or stroller b/c walking “up town” with a two year old is an awful idea!! (I can do this, I have a degree in early childhood education, I have been paid to go for walks with children, I can see the importance of them strolling, discovering, I have read the FB crap about taking your time walking with toddlers, I have read it in text books. It’s going to be ok.)
3 years later we arrive “uptown” and I am going to add stopping at the bar for a drink to our errands b/c that was the longest walk ever!
We made it. First stop post office. No parcel.
Pharmacy buy clips
Co-op mustard and milk.
Time to go back.
Baby carries her bag with clips, puts her mitts in bag, add rocks to bag, drops bag in puddle…….mom carries bag.
Boy carries dad’s mustard because it is important to dad, the Boy must take care of it.
I carry jug of milk ($6!! For a jug of milk!!), except while I am carrying the screaming baby, then the Girl carries the milk.
Arrive at the school, the clock says we left home 1 hour ago for our 15min walk, play at park. (SAY IT, MEAN IT, AND FOLLOW THRU!!!)
The playground is not safe for a two year old, or the four year old, I am trying to not have a panic attach but I am concerned someone is going to crack their head open or break a bone, so it’s time to go. I tell the kids we will have chocolate milk when we get home if they leave now.
Girl carries milk and clips with saggy mitts.
Boy’s got the mustard
Mom has screaming Baby carrying her back to the safety of our street.
I did it. I spent time with my children, got exercise, accomplished my errands. My kids think I rock, they get to have a treat of chocolate milk, and they played at the park. (Do we have chocolate milk mix?)
Girl runs down the street.
Girl stops………………………………the milk is on the street………………………the milk is leaking into a puddle, in front of our house.
Girl is crying.
I leave the milk to leak on the front yard, because I don’t know what to do with it. And I don’t want it to leak in the house where I have to clean the floor.
Boy happy, refreshed, thirsty, excited “Mom can I have chocolate milk now”
Mom “sorry honey, we have no milk”
Boy “THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF A FAMILY WALK IF WE STILL HAVE NO MILK”
I’ll drink to that.