I’ve once again proven that I can get lost in a box. I am obviously missing the “where is North and don’t you know you’ve been walking in a circle” gene.
Once again I decided to walk the boys to the library and Walgreen’s. You’d think I’d learn, but no.
About a quarter of the way there I decided that the hill before me was too ugly and that I’d cut through the neighborhood — surely it connects through.
One mile in, I call Matt, “Did you break down?” “No, but it is NOT so nice outside — it’s hot.”
But I keep going like the obstinate bull I am and there there is a curve in the road and I’m not getting closer to the end. Call Matt again. “Check the map, where am I?” “Does it cut through, no it does not cut through, it’s a loop.” “No, I didn’t realize it didn’t go through.” “Put those rocks down, they are not dinosaur teeth and get back in this stroller.” “Fine, I’ll go back, but meet us at the library, I’m not making it home. I’m dripping and hot and Morgan stop grabbing the wheels …”
And then I see that my stroller tires need air — they are nearly flat. “Matt come get us, we’ll be at the tennis courts.” (3 blocks and 2 miles from where I started.)
Life With Boys 
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