On Mondays, Rose’s kindergarten gets out a half-hour earlier than on other days. Today I showed up to pick her up half an hour earlier than that. With a half hour to kill, which wouldn’t be enough to go grocery shopping (if I had even brought my list) I finally decided just to go to a craft store and look around. I thought about getting a little stuffed rabbit for Hazel, stuck it in the bottom of the stroller, bought some ribbon, and went to my car with the rabbit still in the stroller. I discovered this after I’d already buckled Hazel and Henry in, so I left them briefly in the car while I returned the rabbit, but instead of grabbing the rabbit and carrying it in, I wheeled it in in the stroller, which meant navigating the stroller both in and out through the store’s set of double doors. Then I was about 5 minutes late to pick Rose up. And when we got home, there was a message on my answering machine from my friend who was going to be walking her daughter home from KG and would have been willing to walk Rose home with them.
Last week when I showed up at my friend’s house for our Relief Society Presidency meeting, I was surprised not to find my binder in the car because I thought I’d brought it. A few seconds later the other RS counselor, who’d walked to the meeting, showed up carrying my binder. She’d picked it and its scattered contents up off the road after she’d watched it fly off the top of my car as I turned the last corner.