One of my stipulations is that I have to ride with them. We live about a quarter of a mile down the road from their school and it's busy, without any sidewalks. The road itself isn't in the optimum condition for little kids to ride their bikes, so it makes me nervous.
The down side to this is that I actually have to ride my bike with them to school. I am not the most coordinated person and me on a bike just looks wrong. I've had several moms at school giggle as I pass them. It's a little humiliating. But, anything for my kids-- right?
I think I must look something like this...
See... that's me in the front with the frog.
Today I get all ready, with my ducks in a line, and we head off down towards the school.
Rugby is leading the way, much to Breckyn's dismay. She wanted to lead us to school and so she is pestering Rugby that he is going too slow.
Rugby gets ticked and starts slowing down.
We are all starting to get a little close to each other and traffic is whizzing by us.
I yell from the back for everyone to speed up.
Emerson yells back that he is going as fast as he can and that Breckyn is trying to pass him. That is the ultimate insult in a biking line (according to Emerson who is 5).
Em decides to take matters into his own wee tiny hands.
He slams on his breaks!
We all proceed to jam up and crash into each other like dominoes. I'm not so coordinated (as referred to previously).
I'm trying to save the situation (and some face) and I start swerving all over the place to try and regain some control.
So now I'm almost to the crossing guard with a few ticked off kids, my dignity wavering in the wind and cars are whizzing by us.
I hate riding my bike to school.
They would be so dead if the crossing guard (and the entire crowd of people dropping their kids off at school) weren't within ear shot.
The only thing that is worse than riding the kids to school is me alone riding my bike back home. I look pretty pathetic all alone riding my big pink bike up the road.
Maybe I need a basket.
Yeah, that would make it better.