It's gone. It's over.
Woe is me, for Theo has
A stroller no more.
I should introduce all of my posts with a haiku, right? Yeah...not gonna happen.
A few weeks ago, I wiped the cobwebs off of the stroller and decided I'd bring it with me to the city, since Theo and I would be doing a full day of walking. Before that, I hadn't used it in a few months at least.
Theo was excited to be back in his stoller. It seemed that he'd missed it. But the pain in the ass of it wasn't worth it. He's too heavy to push, and he ended up walking most of the day anyway.
I considered abandoning it in Central Park that day. But I couldn't do it. Not just for emotional reasons, but because I'm bad at throwing things away. Later, I told Joe we probably didn't need it anymore, but maybe we should keep it just in case.
Well, recently I realized it was gone. He'd thrown it away a while ago and I never noticed. It's so final. But I won't go into the cliche "I've lost my baby" sobs... ok, who am I kidding...MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH