When I was your age I had to ride my bike uphill both ways!
Last Friday, the kids wanted to ride their bikes to school even though we live far enough from school to ride the bus. They have been begging to do this since they were in first grade. So, on Friday #1, #3 and #4 suited up and headed up the hill behind our house. #2's bike had a flat tire so he had to be carted to school. Plus, I don't think he was feeling all that great. I was still dressed in my pajamas with my hair sticking up wearing flip flops but headed out in the car to follow. (Yes I am a crazy paranoid mom.)
Well #4 could not make it up the hill and was dragging the girls down. So I put his bike in the hatchback and carted him up to the top of the hill. Then I let him try it again. I then had to put his bike back in the van a few blocks away and take him up the next hill. I dropped off #4 at the corner and had #2 stand with him because I had to go back down the hill to tote #3 up to the top. #1 just kept peddling away and made it up by herself, during the time I was making circles with the other two.
Once I got all of them to the top of the second hill, I pointed out another way which would not be as uphill, but would be safer, as it utilized the crossing guard.
Well in the end, all three missed breakfast at school, #4 was cursing his bike and crying about his legs, #3 was swearing off bike riding all together and #1 parked her bike and skipped to her class' line. Come to find out, she had breakfast at home. #2 was mad because the other three made him late for breakfast.
I was almost in tears because my head was hurting and I wanted to go back to bed. Which I did, once I got back home.
Needless to say, I felt the need to make sure they were going to be ok riding back home. As a family, we all had rode our bikes to the house from the school. But with them going a another way home, I had follow. Well, there was some crying and I had to put a bike in the van again but #1 and #3 did very well and made it all the way home. #4 did inform me that it was not down hill all the way from school to home.
It was very taxing for me both ways and we all agreed we wouldn't try it again for awhile.
Then last night, they all decided to make another go for this morning. #2's bike was fixed and he was gong-ho. Well, to make a long story short, #4 decided to be carted to school with his bike in tow and the triplets headed out. #4 and I met them at the bike rack and again there were tears. #2 was crying, cursing and swearing off bike riding for ever. For the trip back home, only two out of the four made the entire trip while the other two rode in the van. Though, in #3's defense, she did have a flat and it was over a hundred degrees and two miles to home.
In the very end, I made the decision that it will be a very long while before they could try to ride bikes to school and home again.
The night ended in early bedtimes and Advil for sore all the sore legs.
Well #4 could not make it up the hill and was dragging the girls down. So I put his bike in the hatchback and carted him up to the top of the hill. Then I let him try it again. I then had to put his bike back in the van a few blocks away and take him up the next hill. I dropped off #4 at the corner and had #2 stand with him because I had to go back down the hill to tote #3 up to the top. #1 just kept peddling away and made it up by herself, during the time I was making circles with the other two.
Once I got all of them to the top of the second hill, I pointed out another way which would not be as uphill, but would be safer, as it utilized the crossing guard.
Well in the end, all three missed breakfast at school, #4 was cursing his bike and crying about his legs, #3 was swearing off bike riding all together and #1 parked her bike and skipped to her class' line. Come to find out, she had breakfast at home. #2 was mad because the other three made him late for breakfast.
I was almost in tears because my head was hurting and I wanted to go back to bed. Which I did, once I got back home.
Needless to say, I felt the need to make sure they were going to be ok riding back home. As a family, we all had rode our bikes to the house from the school. But with them going a another way home, I had follow. Well, there was some crying and I had to put a bike in the van again but #1 and #3 did very well and made it all the way home. #4 did inform me that it was not down hill all the way from school to home.
It was very taxing for me both ways and we all agreed we wouldn't try it again for awhile.
Then last night, they all decided to make another go for this morning. #2's bike was fixed and he was gong-ho. Well, to make a long story short, #4 decided to be carted to school with his bike in tow and the triplets headed out. #4 and I met them at the bike rack and again there were tears. #2 was crying, cursing and swearing off bike riding for ever. For the trip back home, only two out of the four made the entire trip while the other two rode in the van. Though, in #3's defense, she did have a flat and it was over a hundred degrees and two miles to home.
In the very end, I made the decision that it will be a very long while before they could try to ride bikes to school and home again.
The night ended in early bedtimes and Advil for sore all the sore legs.
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