It's Not About the Bike | The Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans LLC


As if my life isn’t crazy enough, it got even crazier this weekend when the 3.5 yr old accidentally caused an accident in my minivan and now said minivan is not drivable and can hopefully be fixed by the nice folks at the body repair shop down the road.  Or those same nice folks might tell us that we have to total out our car…..which was paid-off and we had every intention of driving into the ground… know, for at least a few more years.

Anyhoo, thankfully, noone was hurt in this accident. A little scared, some screaming from the kids, a lot of screaming from the daddy when he saw what happened to the car, BUT everyone was unscathed. It could have been a lot worse.  Cars can be replaced, people cannot.

Anyhoo 2, the stress level is even higher than normal, you know, with building that new house down the road and getting down to the nitty gritty and trying to prepare ourselves for a FREAKIN’ HUGE mortgage we are about to sign for and the waiting…..O-M-G, the waiting for said house to be done so that we can move out of my mother-in-law’s house and into our own house.  We are about 4-6 weeks out and have been explicitly instructed NOT to incur any huge expenses that could affect our loan.  Also, being car-less was not part of the Summer plan.  Thank goodness for car insurance that will eventually give us a rental car while we figure out what is going on with the mom-mobile.

So yes, stress levels are running high in this household : ).

What do you do when life hands you a few lemons?

We (me and the 8 yr old daughter) went for a bike ride.

It was so much fun to ride my bike for FUN, and not for exercise, although I did get some exercise too.  It was refreshing to see a simple neighborhood bike ride through my Sophie’s eyes- she was so excited and happy and plain ole joyful.  How could I not be the same when around that?!  It was hilarious to race each other down the street, trying to outbike my daughter, watching her legs pump, feeling a good burn in my own.  It was exhilarating to fly down one hill as fast as we could, the wind whipping through our hair, both of us screaming with delight.  We had so much fun the first time that we looped back around and did it twice more.

A simple bike ride with my child pulled my mood from down in the dumps into something much better.

She got my undivided attention.  She gave me so much more.

Here’s to many more bike rides with my Sophie.

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