Today was a day filled with energy. Not my energy though. My son rode his bike yesterday 3000 miles, OK, not that many, but when you start off walking behind the bike then gradually a slow jog to a full out run and then yelling for him to stop because you can't feel your legs anymore it felt like that to me. I was thinking I need a motorized scooter like you see on the commercials to keep up with this child. But even that might not be fast enough.
So, all the while when I was trying not to collapse on the sidewalk I was thinking the light at the end of this long road would be he'd be good and tired and bedtime would be a breeze. That one thought kept me going for blocks, past barking dogs, cats, people and a few birds over head. I was so looking forward to him coming in the house and eating dinner and taking his bath and going to bed early. I was going to bask in my me time and ice my sore knees after I soaked my aching feet. But, needless to say that didn't happen. He just got more energy after dinner and wanted to play a few rounds of go fish. I thought how nice a brother or sister would be right about then to play with. Right about then I would have even ignored any arguing about who was cheating who he might have had if he would have had a sibling. But, unfortunately, by the time I had him dreams of a second child faded as fast as my aging eggs.
After three hands of go fish he might not have been done for the night but I sure was. Before my head hit the pillow I think I was asleep.
Twenty four hours later my son wanted to bike ride again. He said he had fun yesterday. I crawled to the door almost. As we walked down the 17 stairs leading to the garage where the bike was I was thinking I am way too old for this then I laughed for no reason at all and we were off.
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