Today was Luca's last music class. It is held at a church about 10 minutes from my house in a fancy neighbourhood. We go to that location because it has free parking.
We almost didn't make it. He woke up early, had a short nap and the class fell right when his next nap would normally be.
I thought he'd like it though, so we bundled up and got moving.
And he did! He had red-rimmed eyes, but smiled like crazy and enjoyed himself.
I was glad we went.
Until I got outside to the parking lot.
Someone broke into our car. Smashed the back window.
In a church parking lot.
In the middle of the day.
You know what they took?
My f'n diaper bag.
There was glass everywhere. All over Luca's little jacket that was on the seat (covering up my wallet, funny enough). The floor. The pavement.
I stood there holding my little tired man and felt lucky that it was just a window. Just a bag. It could have been worse.
But it was a nice f'n bag.
The nice people from the church helped clean up the glass while I shook out Luca's car seat to make sure he didn't sit on any glass.
We drove home and Luca got to feel the cold wind in his hair** because duh...the window was gone.
He didn't care though. He fell asleep in all of 2 minutes. He probably liked the breeze.
So Merry Christmas to the jerk who ended up with a really nice diaper bag. A practically empty diaper bag.
It could have been worse.
** Don't worry - he had a hat on!