Tuesday I packed up Jonathan in his infant carrier, double checked the items I had in my cool, manly backpack diaper bag and we headed out. I had an errand or two to run before I took Jonathan to the doctor or a, ahem, “male” procedure. Our first stop was to Kohls department store to pick up a second set of King size sheets for our bed. We had put off buying a second set and, instead, would wash the sheets and put them right back on the same day. Now, however, it quickly became apparent that we would be changing our sheets a lot more often due to baby spit-up and breast milk flying around our bed. So Jonathan and I found a shopping cart made specifically for infant carriers and off we went to shop. Jonathan, being the babe magnent that he is, got lots of attention as we made our way through the store. I stopped off in the women’s sport clothes section and picked up a couple of tank tops for Andrea to wear around the house. We then proceeded to housewares where I picked up the sheets. Everything was going well and I paid for the items and we made our way back out the car. Once to the car, I carefully loaded Jonathan back into the car, fiddled with the mirror we installed in the back so I could see him from up front, and got into the car and headed to the doctor’s office.

Upon a successful return home from the doctor, I brought Jonathan upstairs and was telling Andrea how great everything had gone when I suddenly realized that I didn’t have the Kohls items. I had left them in the shopping cart in the parking lot. So, I flew down the stairs and drove quickly to Kohls (luckily it’s only a five minute drive) and found the cart where I had left it. I looked inside – nothing. I hurried inside and inquired at the register and they directed me to customer service. It turns out that customer service had the shirts but no sheets. I feared as much and was prepared to re-purchase $80 sheets (on sale) when the young lady picked up the phone, told the manager my problem and asked if she could replace the sheets. I was very grateful when she said “yes.”

Upon returning home, a bit red-faced, I looked at Andrea and said, “Well, at least I remembered the baby and forgot the goods – not the other way around!”