This is how Simple becomes Complicated. Come along for the ride.
Setting: Inside the house.
Me: I’m going to to the Ridge to take some pictures.
Hubby: Take the kids with you.
Me: They won’t wanna come.
Hubby: Take them anyway.
Me: Deep sigh. (Is this not the beginning of most complications?) Kids, lets go to the Ridge. I want to take some pictures. (Said in a voice loud enough to stir them from their various enclaves.)
They start showing up one by one.
Author’s note: Today the kids will be referred to as Bored, Disgruntled, and Somewhat Willing.
Somewhat Willing: Are we driving there or riding our bikes?
Me: Let’s walk. It’ll only take a few minutes.
Disgruntled: I don’t want to go.
Me: Well, you’re coming anyway.
Bored: Do I have to go?
Me: Yes! (in a slightly exasperated tone).
Bored: Can I ride my bike?
Me: It’s too much trouble to get the bikes out of the shed.
Disgruntled: Can I ride my bike?
Me: (With eyes a little crossed and slightly twitching, and a mild headache coming on) Ok, since two of you want to ride, let’s all ride. Disgruntled, go get the keys to the bike shed, please.
Disgruntled stomps off to get the keys while the rest of us put on our shoes.
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Setting: Outside on the driveway.
After about 20 minutes of wrestling the bikes out of the shed (pedals of one bike stuck in the spokes of another, etc.) we make a discovery…the tires are flat. So much for simple.
Me: Bored, please go get the bicycle pump.
Bored: Where is it?
Me: You figure it out.
Bored disappears into the garage on hunting expedition.
About 2 minutes later Bored returns.
Bored: I can’t reach it.
Me: (note to self: Did I really think this would go off without a hitch?)
With shoulders hunched and head lowered, I mope my way into the garage and get the pump off the shelf. I pump it a couple of times as I exit the garage.
It doesn’t work.
Me: It doesn’t work ?! Is this for real? HOW DOES A MANUAL BIKE PUMP NOT WORK !?!
I run inside for advice.
Hubby: Try the electric pump attached to the car battery charger.
Me: (note to self: Good idea, but I’ll never tell him that.)
I run back outside and get the charger out of the trunk…
After a few minutes I find the right attachments and start filling all eight bicycle tires with air. The sun is now directly overhead and it’s uncomfortably hot. I could have been inside watching television, but nooooo.
Somewhat Willing: If we had walked we’d be back by now. It’s getting really hot. (Funny how the truth hurts.)
I grimmace and roll my eyes – bad habbit, I know. The last tire is filled and Hubby steps out of the house to check on the progress of our now disillusioned gang.
Bored: Why isn’t Daddy coming?
Hubby: I have to do taxes.
Consensus: Do them later!!!
So back to the shed. Out comes the last bike. Air in the tires? Yes. Thank God!!!
FINALLY off we go… all five of us.
Have you experienced any simple complications lately?