Mama said there'd be days like these

Yesterday afternoon there was a melt down on the way home from the park.

Scout hurt her foot on one of the pedal posts on her bike (we took the pedals off so she could learn how to balance and coast.)

She began crying hysterically, and could no longer walk or ride her bike.

I let her sit in the back seat of the double stroller, while Sailor sat in the front seat.

Which, is unstable, the heavier child is supposed to sit in the front.

So, I was pushing the stroller with one hand, and pulling her bike with the other.

Did I mention it was an unseasonably hot day? Until that moment of treking up hill, pushing and pulling, I had really been enjoying it.

Then, Sebastian decided HE was struggling on HIS bike.

Sorry, buddy, there is no more room in the stroller and I have no more hands to carry another bike.

"Sebastian, Don't ride in the street. Get out of the street. Please, get out of the street!"

...he falls...in the street...more crying...

I think it took us about 10 minutes to walk struggle past the next two houses on our street.

As I was encouraging Sebastian to continue riding toward home, he ran his bike directly into my ankle.

I cried out in pain and frustration, just imagining the next hour it was gonna take us to get home.

Which, by the way, was maybe 6 houses away.

I tossed scouts bike to the side, picked up the now hysterical Sebastian.

Tossed his bike to the ground.

And slowly walked/dragged the screaming children home. *sigh*

"MY BIKE! MY BIKE! MY BIIIIIIIKE!"

"I will go back and get them after I put Sailor down for her nap."

Oh, and the stroller tipped backwards...add it to the list, kids.

Now Sailor is crying.

Here are the children retrieving their bikes. Still crying...

I put Sailor down for her nap.

Scout and Sebastian played happily with water in the back yard.

I promptly fell asleep on the couch.