“Look!” Husband declared, “Someone sent us every diaper in the world!”
I rummaged through the packaging. “Wait – who sent these?”
Husband shrugged. “I don’t know. There wasn’t a packing slip in there or anything.”
“But how am I supposed to know who to send a thank-you note to?”
He picked up one of the cartons of diapers and replied helpfully, “I don’t know. Maybe wait to see if someone mentions it eventually? Hey – where do you want these?”
“Upstairs, in the nursery’s closet, please,” I answered, still puzzling over the mystery of the diapers.
Of course¸I realized, Check the registry!
I signed in to our baby registry, confident that our Guardian Angel of Diapers would be revealed.
But there was nothing there.
Nobody had bought us diapers.
So then how did we end up with three boxes of the exact brand and sizes I wanted to have on hand before the baby arrived?
I decided there wasn’t anything I could do about it for the moment except be grateful, so I took the last box of diapers upstairs and put it out of my mind.
Two days later I was looking at my calendar to see what was on my agenda.
- Email Anya about meeting on Thursday?
- Confirm with S. tomorrow’s meeting.
- Check mail for diapers.
Check mail for diapers?
It all came back to me: last Monday, in a fit of - GAAHHHHH, WE ARE NOT READY FOR THIS BABY AND SHE’S GOING TO BE HERE IN 2 MONTHS AND I NEED ONESIES AND BABY LOTION AND BABY POWDER AND DIAPERS! A MILLION DIAPERS! – I sat down at the computer and ordered three oversized boxes of diapers to be delivered within the week.
“Hey, honey,” I called to Husband, who was making himself some eggs in the kitchen. “Guess what? I figured out where all those diapers came from.”
He flipped the egg. “Oh yeah?”
“Me. It was me. I ordered them, forgot, and then still didn’t remember when they arrived. I’ve officially lost my mind. I only remembered because I’d put it on my calendar to check the mail for them.”
“That’s smart!” he said, thoughtfully ignoring the part when I admitted I'd lost all normal cognitive abilities.
“Thanks. Except for the whole forgetting I ordered them myself in the first place.”
Still, I mentally patted myself on the back for ordering the diapers. They really are a great gift. Even when it turns out you are your own Guardian Angel of the Perpetual Pampers.