A question for the ages

It has not been a stellar week.  First my car wouldn't start.  We had it towed to the Toyota dealership (no general mechanics for this baby, it has to be serviced at the dealership).  The person assigned to our car said that it needed a new battery, and would be repaired sometime that week.  I have a Prius, so it's not the simple battery job that you would think.  We were wondering how I would get to work, but they said "no loaners unless it's a high dollar repair."  Three days later, after much checking back, the guy told Bobby that he needed a work order for the car, signed by the owner.  Okay...so we took care of that.  The person at the dealership apologized profusely for our previous handler, who is the owner's son and pretty bad at his job.  He also mentioned that the car needs new cables, since the previous owner tried to MacGuyver a non-standard battery into the car by splicing and stretching the cables.  Oh, and would we like a loaner?  Bother.

I was surprisingly more upset to lose our ergo baby.  The ergo has been our companion since X was born.  We now use it for hiking.  It has a lot of sentimental value, and even a used one is costly.  Since Wednesday was my birthday, Bobby bought me a used Beco butterfly II.  It promises to be a better toddler carrier than the ergo.  We'll try it out when the weather clears up.

X just came up to me and reminded me that there are bigger problems.  He thrust his dump truck jammies into my lap and indicated that he wanted to wear them.  I told him that we don't wear jammies during the day, and he got pretty upset.  Why, oh why can't we wear jammies during the day?  That's a question for the ages.

Farewell, ergo.  I hope you make another baby happy.

Gobble, gobble!