For the past few weeks I’ve been wearing my FitBit and loving it. This is my second attempt at wearing one. The other attempt was short lived. But I’ve discovered the iPhone app and now I have four FitBit friends I can compare steps with. This, of course, makes me want to take more steps. I’m inconsistent because of my run schedule. On Sundays I get about 15,000 but on Tuesdays and Saturdays I get about 4,000.
In order to get more steps in, I had the great idea of walking Caleb and his two buddies home, instead of driving them. So today, the girls and I headed out with the double jogging stroller. I’m sure Eliza couldn’t make the 2 mile round trip without incident and I’m not confident Charlotte could/would.
Besides eating all of the snacks I packed before we were even half way to the school, the trip there was really nice. We found the boys and headed home through the woods.
It didn’t take long for the boys to get into trouble. The two older ones were playing rough and one ended up falling. No biggie since it wasn’t a hard fall and he didn’t get hurt. Except, yes it was a biggie, because he fell in dog poop!! Got it on his pants and then touched it and smeared it all over both hands.
Luckily I had a few baby wipes in the stroller. We took what seemed like an hour to clean him up best we could. Then we were off again.
Eliza, was not wanting to ride in the stroller at this point and increasingly becoming distracted by all the leaves, puddles, sticks, bugs, etc. Normally I am all about exploring nature but she was really lagging behind and we needed to get home. She refused to follow us at one point. So I wrestled her (not an exaggeration) into the stroller while she screamed like a banshee. My nerves were getting shot.
After I got her pinned down in the stroller we took off again and not even one minute goes by and I see a tree fallen right across the path of the trail. “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” That’s what I said. I might have thrown both arms up in exasperation. I can’t remember exactly. And I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture.
After a few minutes of discussion with the two older boys, we decided the only way around it was to go over… with Eliza still strapped in. So they helped me get the double stroller over the tree trunk. It was at least 2 feet high.
We managed to get home without any more incident. But I was so disappointed. Sometimes I feel like it’s safer to just stay home and do nothing with the kids. Eliza and Charlotte are so young that they are unpredictable with their drama. Caleb is old enough that his drama is predictable. Ana is my saving grace, but she’s only 5 and so she really just helps by not adding to the chaos. And I’m sick of waiting for them to get old enough where I can take them all out by myself. Without me having a meltdown, that is.
I don’t know, maybe my problem is that I expect things to go smoothly. And I shouldn’t. I should expect chaos and if it doesn’t happen then I’ll be pleasantly surprised.
But then again, I have been expecting chaos and that is why I haven’t been walking to or from school with them or going on hikes. Maybe I just need to be brave? I’m thinking about trying again a few more times without a stroller. Practice makes perfect? And I’ll be sure and bring a backpack full of lollipops.
Anyway, besides all that fun, we have been getting rain! And so the mushrooms are popping up everywhere! The other variety we get is Slippery Jacks, which are brown and icky and turn into a gooey slimy mess. But these red ones are cute, but poisonous.
Also, Ana wrote this a few days ago. I said “Wow Ana! That’s amazing! Did you do that all by yourself? Did you ask for help?” and she said “Nope. I learned it from my brain.” She is amazing. I am so thankful for her.