Fact of Life

Women shop for strollers the way men shop for cars.
After months of drooling over bugaboos, I decided on a very stylish Peg Perego Pliko P3 for Max/Ainsley. It has everything I need, including a foot stand for Master Harrison to ride on on the way back from preschool. It's the same model and color as Aidan's, but she approved the purchase.
True, I gave away the much loathed Graco stroller that I bought for Harry. I HATED it. I even deleted it from May's baby registry, I hated it so much. We did still have the carseat, which we had loaned to Bryan, which he took upon himself to loan to the rest of the world. It was not returned in a condition I found to be usable. In fact, Goodwill wouldn't even accept it. It's currently waiting in the driveway for the cleaning people to take away.
Since the cleaning people think I am their friend now, they are once again making offers of cleaning the house for cheaper on their own. No thank you. I REALLY prefer to deal with a company. I am not good enough at ordering people around to deal with individuals. It ends up being bad. They break things accidentally and "oh, it's okay." I give them baby gifts and paid vacations. Presents. It doesn't end. I do imagine I'd make a terrible queen. Tascha (Backyardigans reference) may love being a princess, but in truth I am not so good at it.
Anyway...off to pick up Wizard Harry now. He matter-of-factly stated he was not going to school today, but ended up at Abracadabra anyway. Luckily, he was one of teh first five kids there, so I hope that helped. I don't want to leave him there too long if he is miserable, but I have a sneaking suspicion I am going to show up while he is at teh sand table and yell at me for coming to early.