I have this great blue casserole dish, which my husband thought was (a) not food safe and (b) not oven safe, because he thought it was a flower pot. Which made me really give him a funny look, because he's eaten casserole cooked in that thing, albeit not since around 2006 or thereabouts. The dish was sitting in the basement for a really long time, and then I moved it upstairs but it was in a cupboard we never opened so inevitably he completely forgot that the thing even existed.
T. had a different driver, who delivered him late, so we were a little late to gymnastics. That was fine, but then we were late leaving because they kindly made up the time. So we hurried off to the dermatologist. They had a crazy full waiting room, so R. had to come home and meet A. because no way were we gonna be back by 2:50. We got out of there after 3, and went to get T. a hair cut, followed by a very late lunch or early dinner (you decide) for him at McDonald's. I only got coffee and a pie, because of the aforementioned cooking.
R. has now returned to work, so the kids and I are hanging out. No sitter, because something has gone amiss with her knee and she is laid up for the duration.