What started as a wonderful sunny bike-walk with 1 sunny toddler, 1 sunny baby and 1 sunny mommy….
The way back home felt like a true bloody, moody, sweaty Iron (Wo)Man Run with 2 little screaming piglets wanting nowhere else to be than in mommy’s arms while pushing and carrying both of their bikes.
Why didn’t my Abracadabra-apparate-us-home-tucked-under-a-blankie-while-watching-Peppa-Pig spell work at that very moment?!?!
“It’s okay sweethearts, we’re gonna be home super soon. Let’s sing a happy song! Do you see the ducks? And the swans? I know a song about them. You too? “
Is what I said in my most lovely and dearest mommy voice. But abso-no-way-lutely what I meant and felt in my entire tired-out-of-patience body. Without a filter it would’ve been more like:
“Shut the beeeeeep up, cause it’s still a crazy long walk and if you howl like this it will take even longer!!! Ahhhhhh STOP crying!!!”
But I did it. These not so nice and inappropriate thoughts safely stayed inside.
So after singing, sobbing, screaming, sweating and slowly strolling the streets of Nieuw Vennep for a minute or 10 -that felt like 100-, we finally managed to make our way home. Time to pull my mommy-tricks: bread sticks, cookies, fun music, hugs, kisses, jokes, funny faces, lemonade…. But unfortunately nothing seemed to make those tears vanish.
Until SHE popped into my mind: Peppa! Peppa Pig! Quickly, let’s start up the laptop + Netflix!
She did it. Again.
Peppa, thank you. Thank you so, so much. You are a true best friend till the end. A life saver.
I owe you. Big time.