When I dropped The Goon Squad off at preschool this morning something strange happened.
As we were walking up to the school from the parking lot we passed a big bush. This particular bush had a sweater hanging in it. This particular sweater appeared to be mine.
Did I even know my sweater was missing? No. Do I have any idea how it got there? Maybe.
You see every day leaving school is a struggle. It isn’t so much that the kids love school so much that they want to stay, it is just that by the time I pick them up they are tired and hungry and we pass a million distractions on the way out.
The last thing the 2 year old classes do during the day is go out on the playground. So, you guys can imagine how difficult it is to get two two year olds off of a playground. Then we pass a chalk board, then we pass the sit and spins, then we pass Ian’s one true love, the drinking fountain.
Plus they have their school bags and any art projects that we can bring home, and did I mention they are both usually tired and grumpy?
My guess is that sometime during yesterday’s wrestling match on the way to the car, I had my sweater either around my waist or thrown over my shoulder so that I could have a free hand and I was so busy chasing the boy so that he didn’t get hit by a car that when I brushed past this bush my sweater stuck and I didn’t even notice it.
Either way, it is really unnerving to find an item of one’s clothing stuck in a bush. Especially in a public place.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?