X was gone all day yesterday. Before he left, as is my habit, I took the girls upstairs to watch Caillou on YouTube so that they wouldn't freak out when all the boys went out the door. He wasn't scheduled to return until about 9pm, which means that I had to walk about a mile, uphill, to the maternelle to pick up the boys after school. And then walk back. And pick up a whole bunch of groceries on the way. Not a huge deal, and it's good exercise. Or so, I thought, until I went to get the double stroller ready.
Me, on my despised cell phone for the first time in about a month: "X."
X: "Hey, how's it going?"
Me: "So, is the car feeling a little heavier than usual? You know, with the double stroller still sitting in the back?"
X: "Damn, I meant to take that out last night."
Me: "And you have the umbrella stroller too?"
Me: "And the sling, so I can't even leave extremely early, make Quarta walk the entire way, and carry Quinta?"
Me: "And my wallet?"
The girls and I were the envy of the maternelle when I rolled up with Quarta in a filthy, rickety single stroller that I found in the attic, and Quinta riding in the neoprene front carrier that I use to take her to the pool.
ETA: Six hours later, I found the wallet. On top of the microwave. Until I get an apology for the stroller fiasco, though, I'mma not be apologizing either.