We will die, DIE I tell you…

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As the winter sun burned a little brighter this weekend, the mood in our home lifted into summery smiles and carefree peals of laughter. Discarding our coats with reckless abandonment we sprang into spring like a family possessed.

We hit the park, fed the ducks and basked in the sunlight, all was good and happy in our world.

Then we decided to learn to ride our bikes on the road…

I didn’t think there was anything more painful than teaching the twins to ride on two wheels but teaching them to ride on two wheels on roads managed to top trump that experience.

First I risked life and limb by positioning myself in the middle of the road whilst twin boy and girl were pinned to the left. Every grate was seen as a death threat and pot holes were perceived as perilous pits of hell.

I started out confident on our quiet cul de sac, and began teaching road safety in my children’s tv presenter sing song voice…

“C’mon along darlings, stay to the left, oh you silly billy that’s the wrong left. Oh well done poppet simply excellent road riding.”

Less than five minutes later as we progressed onto a quiet road which had the occasional car my voice tone altered to that of a slightly stressed parent taking their seventeen year old out for driving lessons without dual controls.

“Whoa, careful, stay left, left LEFT, and I said no over taking. Watch the car, the car, blimey that was close, no you are doing ok, just stay to the flipping left.”

An incident with a double decker bus, a roundabout and an not so helpful passer by catapulted my tone into one of a homicidal maniac chasing after fresh blood.

“LEFT; LEFT; LEFT; for the love of god the one you bloody don’t write with. There is a BUS, a BUS, christ if it hits us we will die, DIE I tell you. Don’t stop, DO NOT FECKING STOP. Turn right, no I mean left, just bloody turn. Pavement, PAVEMENT; yes sir they are learning, yes I see the bus, turn right now. Get on the bloody PAVEMENT!”

Finally by some miracle the pavement was located by all our bicycles and we stopped and I felt my pulse try and leap out of my vein in my neck. Luckily I managed to calm my beating heart before I approached the not so helpful passerby and rammed my front wheel up where the sun don’t shine.

We all disembarked and I paused for a moment and brought back my inner children’s tv presenter singsong voice and said,

“Now children shall we look at what went wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what went wrong,” blustered a very stressed twin boy, “you have gone mental and think you are a sat nav and a blooming rubbish one at that.”

I had no come back, I think it maybe time to upgrade me for a new model..

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49 thoughts on “We will die, DIE I tell you…”

  8. Okay, I had tears of laughter there. Phew! (I was a little worried this might not have a happy ending!)

    I am not alone in the stress of being a mother. I am normal! And you have just reminded me why we won’t be going near any roads with bikes for a very long time. Stick to the footpaths out back I think 😉 Thank you.

  9. You have summed up why my youngest doesn’t ride a bike – teaching the older two was enough trauma in my life. (I still have nightmares about child No. 2 returning home and getting just a tad too close to next door’s brand new Mercedes, leaving a lovely scratch all the way down the side from bumper to wing mirror!), I figured it was safer for all not to bother with the third! Well done you taking two out at the same time – defintely deserve a nomination for something, lol!

  20. Oh God *shudders* I’d forgotten I would have to go through this AGAIN with Bonus Boy. I’ve already done it three times and survived, I’m probably pushing my luck (isn’t it time I got time off for good behaviour?) Good to see the boy has the measure of you…he’ll go far. Many thanks for linking to The Things They Say and Do!

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