It was definitely one of those days, when you wake up and are glad to live in Wilmaville, but spend the whole day in the car running from place to place: from Simply Play to Everything Peaceful to Jengo's Playhouse to Thalian Hall to Saint Mary School to Simply Play to home to Saint Mary to Simply Play to the doctor's to Simply Play to home.
It was a day I forgot a number of things...including the doctor's appointment, so Petra had several hours to hang out and, well, play. I'm sure a one-year old doesn't mind *that* much. But I was bummed I hadn't structured my day better.
So, just when I'm finally on my first turn to my last trip to Simply Play, Veronica shouts from the back of the car that something of hers had flown out the window. I don't litter, but I really didn't think stopping in Oleander traffic to retrieve a well-worn copy of a Ladybug was worth life and limb, so I told her to forget about it. And to be more careful next time.
When we arrived home, she sheepishly held up a Ladybug and said this is the one that had flown out of the car. Obviously, we hadn't littered after all.
Fast forward to 6 p.m. as I'm fixing dinner and looking for the doctor's instructions...and my calendar...and the novel I'm reading/reviewing...and one of my notebooks. Next thing I know, I'm on the phone with my meekest voice ever..."Um, Philip, on your way home could you drive past the doctor's office to see if my calendar, novel and notebook are, well, anywhere there?"
[caption id="attachment_320" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Experiment in paper folding on Oleander during rush hour."]
[/caption]Surprisingly, he found all of them minus the doctor's instructions and a few other, probably important...but not earth shattering...pieces of paper.
I've learned my lesson.
I promise, from now on, I will stop the next time I see paper swirling around the car, even if I think it will teach my children a lesson.
It, uh, will undoubtably teach me one too....certainly rush-hour origami.
Thanks for sharing the things you have learned!
ReplyDeleteOffline some readers enjoyed pointing out that Oleander seems to have a thing for my family's belongings. Two years ago, Veronica "lost" a red, Roddy bouncy toy (about the size of a small child) which had been tied to the back of Philip's truck. Never to be seen again.
ReplyDeleteAnd Mac lost a small plastic figure, which was one of those times that we turned around, went back and risked life and limb in traffic for the little fella. That figure is going to make it to Mac's wedding day and grace his cake. Anytime he looks remotely disinterested in it, we squirrel it away as a memento for when he is an adult.