children, mommyhood, terrible threes

Game Time

All I wanted to do was go for a simple bike ride.

First, it started with this:

Little T.Puzzle refused to put his shoes on, proceeded to run away from me repeatedly and seemed to be having a dandy of a time in doing so.

After 15 minutes of threatening, pretending to leave without him and chasing him all over creation it came down to this:

Hey, at least ol’ Mom’s still got game because I eventually had enough speed to catch the little stinker.

And, how was your day?

2 thoughts on “Game Time”

  1. Nothing, not even a bike ride, can be simple when dealing with the terrible threes. I’m glad I still got game!

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