Just realised (1.41pm) that I FORGOT WINTON'S BLANKET when we left the house this morning, despite my having draped it over the banister so I would see it on the way out.
That means he is at Maria's (daycare), likely screaming his head off as he likely has been since 1, which is when she normally puts everyone down for a nap.
ohgodohgodohgod. My lectures are not prepped for tomorrow, but clearly I should be expecting the "please come get your inconsolable son" phone call (which will include the "I know you're busy but clearly you are an idiot for having forgotten his blanket" subtext).
Lecture prep frenzy commencing in 3-2-1 . . .
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