Last Sunday was a pretty quiet and uneventful day. To be honest, the entire weekend had been pretty quiet and uneventful. There was lots of electronics time and lots of time spent in pajamas and lots of “every man for themself” where food was concerned.
One of the few times we left the house was when Jay and I went for a bike ride on Sunday evening. It seemed like a great idea BEFORE we went. 1) Fresh air. 2) Exercise. 3) Bonding Time.
The reality of it was somewhat different.
I mean, it was still good, but also:
As soon as we got the bikes from the back yard and brought them to the front, Jay announced that he needed a snack break. I stood there watching him munch on Doritos. Finally he put the bag with the remaining chips in his cargo pocket and we were off. OK good.
Except, I spent a lot of time reminding him to stay to the side of the road – instead of riding down the middle. We made it around the block one time and then he parked in front of our door claiming he needed to take another snack break. As he was snacking on more chips, mosquitos were snacking on me. Not so much fun. Although it may have been entertaining for any neighbours watching me dance around and flail my arms.
I managed to get him back on the bike after a few minutes where there was more of me working over time to keep him out of the middle of the road.
*Please note it’s not a main road. There’s light traffic in our development and drivers are well aware that it’s a hot bed for kids playing outside but it’s still a little stressful for me as the parent.*
We were half way around one more block and Jay stopped riding because he couldn’t make it up the hill, plus he needed water. Fortunately I had some.
As we walked towards home, he stopped repeatedly to watch a family of geese, to check out a little girl playing cornhole in her yard, to complain about the hill we were climbing, to ask me if I was sure he wouldn’t get run over by a car, to confirm that he’d get more snacks when we got home, to pose for pictures and to wave at children calling to us from their bedroom windows.
All in all, we were outside for over an hour and we didn’t go more than 3 blocks.
It was one on one time spent outside with the boy though and I still count it as exercise because the alternative was me sitting on the couch so I guess we hit 3 out of 3.