Mavi.....

We all have one. You know, that one pair of jeans from our high school days, sighing at us from the closet, promising a perfect fit someday. Whenever you put them on, and they actually fit, they feel like chocolate to your skin, saying you have worn me once more, you never thought this would happen.

Well, I should have known by the way my Mavi's hugged my arss just perfectly, how they felt like old sweats, so comforting. I should have known they were hugging their last. Alas, on a bike ride to the local produce stand yesterday, I tumbled over the bars and my butt tore through the jeans. That was obviously the most prominent and noticeable tear, truly an entire cheek was hanging out, but the knees also experienced some collateral damage. After making sure, the children were fine, and my humiliation was strewn all over the sidewalk, a plumber who saw the tumble stopped to ask if I am OK.

Kent:"Were you wearing your helmet?"

Kristin:"No I was on the phone.....going slowly and on the phone for one second."

Kent: "How's your head?"

Kristin:"You're missing the point....my jeans, my antique 15 year old jeans."

Anyway I got back on the bike and kept going....I needed produce. And it happened again....pressed the brake and slid, this time in a construction zone none-the-less. (and no, I wasn't on the phone this time). And that's when it clicked, my brakes are out...duh, duh, duh. By the way, when I got to the produce stand it was closed for the season. It's last day was yesterday. Why, I ask you, why????(fist pumping to the sky.) So I left my pride there and went to the park instead (it was all flat cruisin' to the park).


And thus ends a day...

NOTE: In an attempt to look on the bright side, find the silver lining and make lemonade of the situation, Bella on the way to the park, in the "mom-might-lose-it" silence pointed to a bird in flight. She said "Mom, you see how that bird softly flies through the air. He goes here and there and never lands. It's perfect huh? That's what you need to be like on the bike, here and there and never land."

My response: (stunned silence, continued peddaling, quiet laughter, awed acceptance and then...) "Yes dear, you're right. "

I am not even close to exagerating here, where the heck did she come up with that perfect explanation?! She is so amazing! Aren't kidlets the best?!