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For The Memories, Babe Finding myself in a rut, I've decided to try something new. Or a few things new actually. I've taken a job as an au pair. And moved to a different country. And don't know anyone else. And am directionally impaired. Here goes nothing...

Green is not my color...

NETHERLANDS | Friday, 22 February 2008 | Views [1815] | Comments [5]

...though it is the color of the formerly white pants I was wearing to pick up the kids from school from lunch today. Here are the facts:

As we've previously discussed, I'm not very good at biking. I don't even feel very stable riding the old bike I've been given while I'm here, much less the archaic contraption that sounds like "buckfeet" though I'm sure that's not actually how you say it. That's what I call it. Anyway, it's this bike that has basically a plastic covered wagon attached to the front, into which I'm supposed to put four children and safely pedal us to and from school(s). This afternoon all was going well. I got the stupid thing to the school to pick the kids up for lunch [they don't have school lunches here; all the parents drop off the kids in the morning, pick them up for lunch, take them back after lunch, then pick them up again after school]. On the way home, though, I somehow managed to drive us off into a ditch at full speed. Which granted is probably less than a mile an hour, but still. It felt fast while I was cascading into the standing water from the rain last night head first into the back of the wagon where the kids were being thrown into each other. We finally stopped after what felt like a very long fall and I got everyone out and dusted them off and they all seemed to think it was funny that I couldn't control the damn thing. Pete, the 7 year old, kept asking, "why did you do that?". As if I had purposely tried to kill us all. Hmmm...

Anyway, the kids are all fine, though I'm sure they think a little less of me. Luckily the eldest (the 8 year old) wasn't in the thing at the time, or I would've heard about it all night. Instead Pete, who is my little helper while his parents are out, just laughed at me. And then asked if I was going to tell his dad, which of course I am, but it made me think that he was probably contemplating holding it over my head for extra cookies or something. But now, my knee is killing me. It hurts to extend it and hurts to bend it, which leaves me in an interesting state of looking like a limping dog. Nice. I can't really climb the stairs very fast either, so of course they have decided that upstairs is the place to play today :) oh well...at least it's quiet. Also, I'm supposed to take all the kids to go pick up Carl (the oldest-currently at school) in about an hour. I'm refusing to get back on that thing today, so we're walking. Which should be interesting, as that isn't my forte currently. Hopefully I look ok by the time the mom gets home so it doesn't look worse than it is. I put some pictures of the dreaded thing on here. Don't really know how to work it, so don't know where they'll end up, but worth looking into.

Fin, for now.

Tags: Doctors, hospitals & health

Comments

1

That's pretty damn hilarious.

Do you have to wear green and white striped socks? (a la Muppet Babies)

  Josh Torres Feb 23, 2008 7:47 AM

2

Can't take you anywhere. Have fun Kate, keep in touch.

  John and Amy Hulme Feb 23, 2008 11:18 AM

3

I knew when you were 5 that bike riding was not your forte. Some things never change. Love you.

  Mom Feb 25, 2008 1:06 PM

4

Watch out, your bike insurance is going to be through the roof now missy.

  Michael Feb 26, 2008 4:59 PM

5

Amy has been kind enough to share your blog with me...Hope it is as fun as it sounds! We'll miss you in Jersey this summer.

  Leigh Ann Mar 21, 2008 10:59 AM

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