2 PM. Fussy baby. Need groceries. Pack up baby, make grocery list.
2:30 PM. Leave house in stroller. Forget watch in the house.
2:31 PM. Bump into friendly neighbour lady, chat for a little while.
2:45 PM. Encounter construction and take detour to avoid smells and noise. Baby is asleep.
3:10 PM. Arrive at store, shop.
3:20 PM. Have located everything on list, except taco shells. Husband has been dropping hints for weeks that he likes taco shells. Peek at baby. Baby is WIDE AWAKE.
3:35 PM. Where are the ^$@$#@!~ taco shells???
3:36 PM. Oh. There. Good.
3:40 PM. At checkout, glance at clock on computer screen. Force the bubble of panic down back into gut.
3:45 PM. Leave grocery store. Chuck the bread and bananas into the stroller with the baby. 2.5 kms to cover in 10 minutes. Frantically run as fast as possible wearing SANDALS. Baby hoots appreciatively as you tear down the sidewalk with passers-by pointing and laughing.
3:55 PM. Arrive at the house, park baby (in stroller) and run like a maniac into the house, nearly wiping out on the stairs. Dunk head under tap of tub and run back out of the house with hair wrapped in towel. Pluck baby out of stroller and plunk him directly into his car seat and drive (calmly, safely) to doctor's office.
4:15. Arrive at doctor's office and relax - we made it!
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