I went to the grocery store with my dad yesterday.
As usual, he was pushing Gemma in her stroller while I pushed the cart full of groceries (proud Granddaddy.)
While we were waiting in line, he decided that he would take Gemma and walk to the butcher, which is about a block away. I said "really?", he said "really." I said "okay, I guess." and off they went.
About a million years later (25 minutes), I finally made it through the line and got my groceries packed into my car and off to the butcher I went.
They weren't there. She wasn't there. MY BABY WAS NOT THERE.
I asked, "Have you seen (insert my dad's name)?".
She said, "They just left."
My heart jumped out of my chest. My eyes welled with tears. I got back in my car.
How dare he.
I assumed he had just walked the extra 3 blocks from the butcher to my house, but still.
I was so mad. I had never not known exactly where my baby was and I hated it...