Diaper bag

So I suck. I hate losing things and I hate my wife getting pissed off when I do. She always asks “do you have your wallet?” “do you have your mobile?” “do you have your daughter?” etc…. and I almost always roll my eyes and say yes yes yes yes…. And then there are always those days when she proves me wrong. Today.

We were leaving for a work meeting at Starbuck’s this morning and all of a sudden, no diaper bag. I changed a diaper yesterday at Goodwill and now nothing. It’s as if I just keep screwing the pooch when I’ve already you screwed it. One thing after another. I had the bag in the men’s room at the Goodwill, then I remember putting it in the buggy. Then I remember nothing about it, at all. Nothing. Usually I keep it in the car. We got home from Goodwill after grocery shopping, and I unloaded the car. Then this morning we went to the car to load up the diapers and no bag. There wasn’t anything too expensive in the bag, but it’s the principle of the thing.

I called Goodwill, but hey today’s dollar day. Do you think someone just found it and bought it? Man, they got a burp rag, a few diapers, a little toy, a bear, and an old purple onesie that was bleached on the butt.

The house is cleaner than usual because Mum is visiting, and there are only so many places we can look or where we can have it. We searched each and every place where it could be. I searched the car several times even. Then we left. We went to my meeting and later drove back to the Goodwill. I walked all around that place, and ironically, I discovered an old Eddie Bauer diaper bag that looked similar to mine in a bin. It was obviously not mine, and it was too dingy to even replace mine. The bag was stripped down but it was our bag. Damn it.