Today we rode bikes to school, as we do most days. I, because I was born with some sort of disorder that causes my brain to roll out of my ear in decision making situations, decided to ride the back way. Less traffic I thought. Stupid I am. It took way longer than expected, included no less that 3 bike wrecks, resulting in a huge bruise and brush burn on Em’s chest, a scratch the entire length of Jack’s leg, ant bites, (yes ant bites) and a harrowing experience in which Em was headed directly into the path of an on coming car.
Then we arrived at school. Late. And missing breakfast. No food, for my injured, traumatized cherubs. (I won’t mention their traumatized mother here.) I agonized over what to do. I rode home. I got in the truck and drove back to school and checked them out. Then I fed them bisques with sausage and honey.
The end.
Oh, honey. That does sound like a harrowing experience. But you’re a good mom for checking them out of school after that.