Shokufeh is... home

So much for that

MrMan and I were all set to go on our first outing - just the two of us. He was fed and had napped enough to prevent grumpiness, but not enough that he'd cry in the car. Sam had dropped the car off at home earlier. MrMan and I were both clean and dressed, I in real clothes, he in a fresh diaper and onesie. I had the diaper bag packed, complete with a spare outfit for him and bags to throw his dirty diapers in, if the situation warranted. I carried him in my arms in the elevator and while turning on the car enough to roll down the windows. I used my other hand to fold up the stroller and to place his car seat in the car, all to reduce his waiting (and sweating... it's still hot here, and the car AC has died). Not that he seemed to mind, since he'd fallen back to sleep. All the planets seemed aligned. I put him carefully in his seat. I put the stroller in the trunk. I got in the front seat, turned the key. Only to have the engine sputter.

I think I'll join MrMan in a nap.