Apparently the sales girl at our local Old Navy is not quite as familiar with this misplaced object phenomenon as I am. E. and I were spending some quality girl time this morning shopping for pants while big brother was busy being educated at the local preschool. As I stepped up to the counter at Old Navy to make my purchase, I began digging deep into the depths of my diaper bag for the trusty wallet.
It was then that I noticed what I apparently had been lugging around this morning, along with diapers and Cheerios....
A bright orange can of Pledge.
I was unable to keep said can of dusting spray concealed from the sales associate, who managed to merely raise an eyebrow at the questionable contents of my bag.
I laughed anxiously and said something about "those silly kids", grabbed my bag, and made a quick getaway. While racing out to the car, I was wondering when and how one of my precious children had managed to A. get the Pledge out of the very high place where it is stored and B. Put it in the diaper bag, which is also kept out of their reach.
It was then that I had a memory of my own self grabbing up those last-minute items off the washing machine (keys, sippy cup, sunglasses, cell phone) while heading out the door with Evelyn twenty minutes earlier. I vaguely remember the Pledge can sitting with those other items (I do some serious kid-free cleaning on Wednesday mornings while E naps and Isaac is at school). Apparently my subconscious thought that Pledge was the final thing I needed to round out the contents of my diaper bag.
***This little boy was so terribly excited about hunting eggs at his school's Easter party today, he decided to wake-up at 5:30am.
Apparently the excitement (AKA sugar high) is lingering, because he is still awake an hour after his bedtime.