Maybe it's obvious, but it's harder because you're working with CHILDREN. They are unpredictable, primarily because their logic and decision-making isn't the same as that of an adult. This morning, everyone was getting ready as normal. Vic was preparing for work, Betsy got dressed for basketball camp, Lola got dressed to...be Lola, and I prepped gear and got dressed to take Lola for a ride after dropping Betsy at camp. Except at about 30 minutes to departure, Betsy said she felt bad and didn't want to go to camp. Why didn't we find out last night? Why didn't Betsy tell us before everyone was ready to walk out the door? She's a six year old, that's why.
She had been up several times in the night "taking care of business", and things weren't happening correctly. She was obviously scared, frustrated, and maybe in pain. We assumed the worst, because if she wanted to skip camp, then it was serious. Vic left for work, promising to call the pediatrician on her way, and I loaded the kids to drive to the doctor's office. The cycling gear was left on the counter, chilled water bottles in the fridge, and the early morning ride was cancelled for good reason.
I won't share the nitty-gritty details, but Betsy is fine. Since we spent the morning at the doctor's office, it's too hot to ride (97F and 36% RH as I type) with a toddler in a trailer. So instead, I mowed the grass and edged, and since we have a relatively large lawn and a tiny 20" mower, this was plenty workout for me. Vic offered to let me ride this afternoon, but I think I'll just cook dinner and take Lola out for a ride in the morning. That's what daddies do.
P.S. There's a 50 mile race this weekend in Harlingen. I've been asked if I'll race, and I'm tempted...more on that later.