Sunday night we went for a lovely bike ride. We are looking at a home in a neighborhood and we wanted to test it out. You know, pretend we're locals and all that. I'm just in love with the streets that I wouldn't be afraid to let Beansprout careen on as he learns to command his bicycle.
I'm also in love with the idea that miss THANG might be more spontaneously active as she makes friends and runs over to their homes and back to ours. Above all this-adding that Hubbend wouldn't be embarrassed of the neighborhood when bringing European guests to dinner-I love that there is a park nearby. Not a wimpy park with a playground. Oh no. A park with miles of biking trails on an island. A lovely dam to fish from. (I don't like to fish, but my children practice casting for hours at my encouragement)
It reminds me of when I get going on a role. When I want to do my diet and exercise program perfectly. I have a plan, it is to work, and I am to be rigorous. Demanding. Exacting to a fault. I don't plan for difficulty, and I forget about imperfect realities.
Yesterday I was on a role. I got up in spite of getting to bed late, having a rough night with the children and a bout of brief insomnia. I did not waste 45 minutes doing nothing but browsing social media. I read my scriptures-goal of mine-and I got my cardio in. I also had laid out my clothes and got a shower. Unorthodox. Do you see it coming?
Beansprout forgot something on our ride. He saw the bigger boys using a huge hill for a roller coaster. He loves that sort of thing. He could not wait to try. I didn't stop him, nor did Hubbend. We all forgot.
Beansprout cannot brake at roller coaster speed. He can barely aide his coast to stop. I looked up from my conversation to see Beansprout disappear. He was entirely enveloped into the hedge. Not just run into it. No. He was gone. Like dropping candy into cream. No trace. I hurried over and helped him out. Thank goodness it was only his pride and some faint scratches.
So for the rest of the day it seemed like it was dealing with reality and trying to catch up with fantasy. I couldn't comment on my blogs yesterday like I wanted. I had to leave home for three hours with no real place to go. I stayed up late to finish this blog, and it will all start again today. I think I need to remember a few key points.
- family first
- blogging second
- personal health before it all
YES.
ReplyDeleteI know people laugh at me for getting up at the crackcrack---but if I dont then everyone else comes first and I never get to me.
My first appt of the day is with G-d (for me that takes the meditation form).
Then coffee :)
Then MeTime.
Then family time.
and after that all else seems to fall into place.
If I skip the first one NOTHING seems to fall into place that day.
Okay, Thing One now DEMANDS you send Beansprout to us for a visit. He says "Dont break Beansprout!"
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. Look at you blowing away the smoke and mirrors and reading your scripture first thing!
It's hard for leadfoots like us to hit the brakes. Especially when things like social media-ing can feel so good at the time.
Glad he's okay!
ReplyDelete#3 is most important!! Take care of YOU!
What's the address of this house you're looking at? By the sound of the nieghbourhood, i want to move in!
ReplyDeleteYou are doing great! It sounds like you really have your mojo going! Send some my way will you ;o)
I love the life lesson that you got our of your son's little mishap. And what a great idea for scoping out a new neighborhood!
ReplyDeleteAt the ripe age of 57 I still am not all that proficient at braking when necessary. Break-net speed, yes. Braking for safety and sanity, not so much.
ReplyDeleteCould you email me your mom's address? I wrote a card to her and now I can't find the one she sent me! It's under one of the many piles.
I'm a first thing in the morning me-time sort of girl. That's why I run so darn early. If I don't everything else gets in the way. Hard some days to keep those priorities straight but as long as you get it most of the time, that's pretty darn good.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice neighborhood!
ReplyDeleteGlad he's okay!!
Oh wow. YOu reminded me of when my Darby was only two and had his first bike with training wheels. I was at the top off a path with my daughter adjusting something on her bike when I suddenly realised Darby was riding at full two year old pedal speed down a hill on the path. He managed to stop. Once that fence got in the way. I was running after him screaming and crying. He got up, blood nose and all, and continued on riding. And that was when I discovered the joy of raising boys ...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, taking care of yourself is so important. Im glad he wasn't seriously hurt. Very glad.
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