Well yesterday started out like any other Thursday for us. Other than the fact that we no longer have to get up at the crack of dawn so we have time to drop Hubb off at work that is. (Hooray for a second vehicle! ^-^ )
The morning went as it almost always does. Drop boys off at Mothers Day Out, head over to the barn, help with tack and prep for kids, then walk for hours with one hand in the air. Best exercise plan ever. ^-~ Then head back over to pick up boys.
We had scheduled my youngest to get a speech evaluation yesterday and the therapist had hoped to squeeze him in while they were still there at MDO. Unfortunately she couldn't so we hung out a bit afterwards to see if she'd have time before lunch. The speech therapist came back out and told us she'd had to schedule him in at 3pm and she was so sorry. I was ok with that, it meant Lil Man could take a nap and get some lunch. Lucky for us, LoLo(thats what my boys call my mom) showed up and so we all went to lunch.
The boys and I went to LoLo's house to let Lil Man take a nap and then when it was time we headed back to the clinic for his eval. The eval went well and we headed out. It was around 4:40 when I stopped at Wal-Mart that I noticed my diaperbag was gone. I dug through the van and couldn't find it. So I called the Wendy's we'd eaten at and asked if anyone had turned it in. They said no.
I drove to LoLo's house and ran quickly around the rooms we'd been in to see if I'd taken it in and set it down. Nope.
Called the clinic. They didn't see it.
I called Hubb to let him know and he said to go look at Wendys.
I did, and still didn't find it.
Hubb called me about 18 times not making me any less stressed.
Finally I called our bank and reported my card lost/stolen. They said they'd send me a new one and that they'd stop the old one.
Hubb called me again and said to go back to LoLo's one more time and look around all over the place. So I did. By now it's nearly 6pm and I've driven all over the place. I started looking around when my sis showed up. I stopped looking a few min to talk to her. When the boys came in the room with us and wanted to change the channel on the tv we headed into that room. It was getting dark in that room so I went to turn the lights on. And there...sitting on the fireplace...was my diaperbag.
Maddman had moved it. Where he put it was right next to my mom's wood burning stove fireplace thing. It's one of those inserts. It's black and large, my diaperbag, black and large. So sitting right next to each other I'd easily glanced over it when running through looking earlier. I nearly cried. The funny thing is, Madd told me earlier in the search he'd moved it. But the answer he gave when I asked where, instinctively, was not any thing rational. So I didn't give it any thought. *laughs*
The boys were so wiped when we got home they were snoring in their car seats. I just needed a drink!
In the end it all turned out ok, I'm happy my diaperbags not gone for good, and that Hooray the speech therapist said she doesn't think Lil Man needs speech therapy ^-^ He's just a busy kiddo, and sometimes too busy to talk.