Well it's a sunny day, Lyon has been begging to ride his bike, and the sidewalks are clear of snow.
That was the reasoning.
Now maybe if we weren't actually trying to go somewhere
such an adventure would have been fine, fun, stress free.
As it was, not only were we going to get Bear from school,
we were running late.
It wasn't the calm smiley walk, with Lyon riding blissfully along by my side
while Fenix happily enjoyed sitting in her stroller,
that I thought it would be.
Naturally Lyon needed to stop at every interesting thing,
and crash in the worst places,
and get ahead of me and turn the wrong way.
While I called out to him (yelled) for him to please wait.
Or to please, GO!
And of course Fenix whined every chance she got, and cried most of the way home.
We were bundled up, we weren't the least bit cold.
and yet we were miserable.
It was Mom Craziness that led me to believe this outing would go smoothly.
It was Mom Craziness that made me forget the stress and pain involved.
It was Mom Craziness that made me think this would be fun.
Mom Craziness leads us to forget the pain and hard ships of pregnancy and childbirth,
and the pain and hard ships of doing just about anything with kids involved.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, and I wouldn't give them up for the world,
but I do wish my Mom Craziness would get out of my way so I can
think more practically.