I just know it.
Today I dragged the Yoys to Home Depot to load up on exterior lighting and timers in response to last week's neighbor break-in.
I spent about 20 minutes peppering the Home Depot employee with all sorts of questions.
I had a cart full of timers and light bulbs and a few other things.
I roll up to the check out lane and unload my cart of everything except Big and Little E.
I reach into the diaper bag to grab my wallet. I dig and I dig and I dig.
Then a light bulb goes off, pun intended.
My wallet is in my other purse.
OH MAN! My whole trip was a waste.
I ask the check out lady if she can bag all of my stuff and keep it behind the counter. I'd need to come back for it.
She was very understanding.
I then called Mr. Yoy at work and asked him to run over there and buy all the stuff for me, as I could not stomach a return trip which included loading and unloading the Yoys AGAIN.
Mr. Yoy saved the day!
I need to go do some mind exercises.
This is my second major flap of the week and I'd hate to make it a trifecta!
My future anatomy.