Hello and welcome to Mommy Tell All Monday… our weekly series dedicated to all things *mom.*
Sometimes our plans don’t turn out quite like we had hoped, right mommas? And we just have to make do with what we have and make the best of it. Well, today a mommy is here to tell us about her morning plans that didn’t go exactly as she had hoped, but she survived to live another day….and even shares a few laughs about it with us now that it’s over :)
I went on a bike ride this morning. I love riding my bike. It’s one of my favorite things to do, and it’s an awesome way to get exercise. I try to ride 10 -15 miles at least once a week. This morning I thought we would change things up a bit and ride the trail down by the river. Let me tell you it was complete chaos. But before I tell you the story, here are a couple things you need to know:
- My son always comes with me on a bike ride. I pull him in one of those trailer-chariot things.
- I always take our dog, Brody – a Border Collie with limitless energy, on about a 3 mile run for the last part of my bike ride (I ride home to get him, attach his leash to the chariot, and have him run next to us).
- Brody has not been walked in 2 weeks and has been driving us crazy with his excessive barking. He REALLY needed to have a walk (run).
- We have an unfinished backyard, and it has been a while since we bathed him. He looked like a homeless dog.
- Before our bike ride, my son and I bathed him, so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed to be seen with dirty homeless dog.
- We don’t have a bike rack on our Expedition (but we should get one) so it took me 20+ minutes to figure out how to get one bicycle and one giant chariot into the back of the Expedition. I ended up taking out the back row of seats (that took a while), and taking off the front wheel of my bike in order for everything to fit.
- In the car, on our way to the river trail my toddler was feeling extra ornery and tried to kick everything in reach of his feet. He got in trouble.
- By the time we got to the river trail, had the bike assembled, the trailer attached, the toddler in his chariot, and the dog on his leash, it was windy. Incredibly windy. Like 20+ mph. Awesome. But at least it’s a flat trail!
- After about 3 to 4 miles, it’s apparent my dog is tired. But I wanted to ride further. So what did I do? I put the dog in the chariot with my son. Then I realized that at some point my dog pooped while we were riding, and he had poop all over his rear section (So much for the bath). It just so happens that I had a towel in the chariot (I don’t know why). I wrapped the towel around the dog’s rear and set him inside the chariot with my son. At that moment I had a spontaneous nose bleed. (awesome) I didn’t have any kleenex and I refused to stand on the side of the trail, pinching my nose like a crazy person (there are just some things I refuse to do in public, and this is one of them). So I get back on my bike and keep riding, sniffing up the blood, wiping it on my cycling gloves, and trying to keep the blood from gushing out my nose.
- So despite all this, I keep riding. Keep in mind that its really really windy. My son is not fond of the wooly beast sitting next to him in the chariot and screams bloody murder. For the next ten minutes. That was awesome. All the walkers and the cyclist looked at us. I’m sure they truly thought I was nuts. Probably was/am.
- Finally we turn around. (It’s been about 6 or 7 miles). I get the dog out of the chariot. My son is relieved, but covered in dog hair. And still aggravated. Our dog has a reputation for getting in peoples’ kool-aid. This is how the toddler was feeling at the moment.
- I make the dog run along the bike the WHOLE WAY back. But I was nice to him. I didn’t force him to go fast like I usually do. And I stopped every couple of miles to give him water (that I poured into a energy bar wrapper, because I didn’t have a bowl for him – aka diy dog dish).
- We finally make it back to the car. And the dog decides to jump into the back of the car as soon as I open the back hatch to the car. With his poopy butt. (ahhhhh!!!).
- I load everything into the car, including toddler and dog (with the towel) and drive home. When pulling into the driveway, I realize that I had been driving with the emergency brake on. The whole time. (That explains the weird smell.) And the toddler took off his shoes and one sock and tossed them somewhere in the car. They are still in there (the shoes and sock, not the toddler.)