I might actually be going crazy. In the course of one week I lost a diaper bag, wallet, and a stroller. Not good. The diaper bag and wallet were together, but the stroller was a totally separate occasion. Both times I drove the van away and forgot to put the things in the car. How could that happen? With how many times I get everyone and everything in and out of that van, I probably have a 98% rate of not leaving things. But that doesn’t really make me feel better. At least it wasn’t the double stroller.
On another note. I really appreciate people who make nice comments to me when I am out and about. When they see my three little ones they say, “wow you sure are busy!” Or ask how old they are, with a smile (not a shocked look). Anyway, I can’t remember exactly what people say, but it really makes me feel good. I expect people to be annoyed with how much noise we are making, or how much time it takes to load up in the van, or trying to keep everyone from crying at the grocery check out. One old lady said I was brave to be shopping with all three children. Yes, I do feel brave. And stupid, because I have lost a diaper bag, wallet, and stroller.































