i left the blue blanket at the ice-skating rink.

i am going to cry. carter has not noticed, god bless him, because he was so tired all he could do was cry all the way home, which is why i left it there in the first place because he was a total mess and i was trying to get ava's skates off, her bag packed, sippies put away, all while he was running in place and crying over something, oh i know--he wanted to nurse--and we got out of there as fast as i could and yet i had this funny feeling...

35 minutes later, as we were 10 minutes from home, i remembered.

i put in a call to ava's coach, but it really is not her responsibility, and i put in a call to peter, hoping against all hope that he was going to take the long way home from plattsburgh and go through lake placid. it is not likely.

no one has returned my calls. i cannot believe how worked up i am, but i feel like there is a brick in my stomach.

how to disappoint your children 101.