Sunday was a mercy mission. My Guy and I drove to Providence,
RI to dandle twin grandbabies.
Their mom needed to drive to Boston
to pick up two free high chairs (yay!) from a college friend who’d been
thoughtful enough to deliver twins herself, a convenient few years earlier so
now our DIL and son can score on no-longer-neededs.
Son needed to work on the carriage
house in back of their property so they can all move into a larger venue with a
proper nursery and better real estate for the soon-to-be ambulatory. Curiously,
bachelor pads get much smaller with the advent of twins.
The day went well. The girls only
had one or two meltdowns, soon solved by a bottle, waltzing, and then a nap or
playtime. Parents returned, refreshed from experiencing the outside world, and
we grandparents headed off for the 1 ½ hour drive home.
Just as we turned off the highway,
with visions dancing in our heads of perhaps a quiet glass of wine on the
couch, we received a call from our son. Had we seen DIL’s phone? They’d looked
everywhere. I explored the bowels of my purse. Yep. There was her phone,
nestled companionably next to mine.
A working mother of twins needs her
phone, so we hustled over to Staples. Yes, they did do overnight UPS
shipping, but pickup wasn’t until the next day at 4
pm. It being Sunday, every other possibility was closed.
What to do.
So, at 8:45 am Monday morning I must have looked like an insomniac
drug dealer as I sat in my car on Providence’s
Washington Street, doing
business with people through my car window. Fortuitously, both son and DIL had
just been arriving into the city for work. We did the hand off, they set off to
their jobs, and I was back on the highway, home by 10 am with room to spare for Mamie’s 11 am vet appointment.
I think I’ve learned my lesson and
before leaving anywhere, will now verify that I have one, and one only, phone
in my purse.
My version was when I was doing my every few months trip to Seattle from Montana, and 50 miles from Seattle discovered I'd left my phone in a cafe 200 miles back.
ReplyDeleteO. M. G.
ReplyDeleteI'd be frantic. Did you drive back?
If my hubby had been driving there would have been an immediate U-turn to return the phone. how on earth did it get into your bag? Does it resemble yours and you picked it up by mistake? Why didn't she have it with her?
ReplyDeleteThey'd come home and we were photographing the little girls in their high chairs. Phones got laid down on tables, and the rest is history.
DeleteAnd yes, we all have iPhones. It's a miracle all 4 didn't end up in my purse.
I never thought I'd be asking someone to call my phone and hoping it rang in my house, not theirs.
ReplyDeleteI guarantee this will not get easier as they become toddlers. More stuff is going to be placed in hard to find spaces. Glad that there were no accidents. So nice that they got those free high chairs and is a carriage house as luxurious as those of us might think?
ReplyDeleteSounds luxurious, huh? But it's actually not that big - just the top floor (parking below) with a loft above for a bedroom and small bath. Clever son is doing beoootiful work, though.
DeleteAaaagh. I am glad that it could be reasonably readily solved, but ...
ReplyDeleteGood for you! I guess I would have looked askance myself, wondering what the heck those people are doing. All's well that ends well, even if you had to do double duty. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, yikes! I hope that's not a SUPER-long drive. How fortunate your kids were to have a friend with twins! I love it when people can re-use!
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