In the early hours of this morning, Bionic Man nudged me awake and told me, “I just had the weirdest dream.” Then he told me all about it. I agreed. It was weird.
Only Bionic Man can come close to outdreaming me when it comes to weird dreams. It’s one of the reasons I married him. But this morning, I was not about to be outdreamed.
“I had a really weird dream, too,” I confessed.
“In my dream, our whole family was going on a bike ride, even Hunter. We towed our bikes in the trailer up to the rail trail. When I got out of the van to help you unload the bikes, you had hitched up the toddler trailer to my bike. You coaxed Hunter the Dog into it, and I actually towed Hunter down the bike path. He wasn’t very happy about riding in the bike trailer, so I had to keep shouting to him, ‘Down, Hunter, good boy, Hunter!’ as I pedalled along. Other bikers and joggers were giving me the craziest looks. Then, down the trail a ways, we stopped for frozen yogurt. Superkid got a nosebleed in the frozen yogurt shop, and all I had to stop it was a tampon. I stuck that tampon up her nose, carried her outside, and made her lie down on the grass. Then I picked up her feet and slapped her hard on the soles of her feet, which made her nose stop bleeding. And we ate our frozen yogurt and put Hunter back in the trailer and rode back. It was a really weird dream.”
By this point, Bionic Man and I were laughing so hard that we were stuffing our mouths with blankets, trying to muffle the sound of our guffaws so that they wouldn’t wake the children. Just what was so funny?
It wasn’t a dream. It actually happened.
Yes it did. My life may be the stuff that some people’s nightmares are made of, I admit. But that truly was how I spent Labor Day 2011.
Unfortunately for you–but fortunately for me–I have no pictorial evidence of the fact that I did, indeed, tow my 52 pound dog behind my bicycle in a toddler trailer. But I have dozens–nay, hundreds–of people who witnessed the spectacle on the Monon Trail yesterday.
As if Endeavor needed any more proof that her mother was immune to embarrassment.
But, if I made a total fool of myself yesterday, ’twas not in vain. On the way to the bike trail (which is almost a 45 minute drive for us), we stopped by the annual tent sale at our favorite running shoe shop. This shop only has one clearance sale per year, and it is so good that I mark it on the calendar and arrange vacations and appointments around it. The bike ride was secondary to shoe shopping. So, what kept a smile on my face while I pedalled my dog along the trail?
And that, my friends, is a dream come true.