My 6 a.m adventure

So a a month or so ago, I get a call at 6:11 a.m from my Tyler. He proceeds to apologize and then ask a "HUGE" favor. He apparently drove off to work leaving his duffle bag on top of the car. He doesn't remember it's on top of his car until he's already inside his office and can't find his food. So he goes out to the car and... oh my goodness would you believe it's not there? So he asks me (at 6:11 a.m) to go look for it. He's "sure" it fell off in the parking lot before the street. So fine, I get dressed and run outside. I walked all the way to the street and looked down the road as far as I could see and oh my goodness would you believe it's not there?
So me, being the NICE wife that I am, I decide I'll drive and look for it. It only takes 10-15 minutes to get to his office, so fine. I feed Reagan, and check on Kennedy. Since K.J is sleeping, (and supposedly can't open her door) I shut her door figuring she'll just stay asleep until 8:30 like she always does.
Since the night before Timmy had to move, we had our car PACKED to the brim with all our junk. Tim and Crystal were our unoffical storage unit. Thanks by the way! So, I put Reagan's car seat on the passenger side (her base isn't hooked up, there's too much junk in the car) And yea I'm kinda a bad mom, but remember it's 6:11 a.m and no I'm not cleaning out the car...or leaving my baby at home. And Tyler's "flash drive" is in the bag and his lunch is too and he's hungry and needs me to get it. So sue me.
So I drive super slow with everyone else p.o'd and don't see it on the way to his office. Yea, I drove all the way there...taking the same route of course....free way included. On the way back I see it! So I whip around nearly dying (I added that for affect) and nope, it's a rock. A big duffle bag like rock. So, I make it all the way home and oh my goodness would you believe it's not there?
Hoping to just go back to sleep, I guietly open the front door to an "uh-oh" from Kennedy. She was sitting on the couch in the dark watching cartoons. She had attempted to get a banana and smooshed the heck out of it. How she got on the counter has yet to be determined. I was so sad. She didn't seem to mind that she woke up to an empty house or that it was still dark...and how did she open her door? I felt bad, but she didn't...so I guess no permanent damage.
So anyway...(sorry this is long) this girl calls a couple weeks ago and tells Tyler she found his bag! Random. Of course he "forgets" (lazy butt) to go get it and she has to call again last night and I have to go get it. Yes me at 10:30 at night with the baby. Not dip crap (tyler) who left it on top of his car. That's because I'm a NICE wife. So I get there and she runs it out to me, and yep that's his bag.
On the way home, I start to smell something stanky. So, I open the bag, and OH MY GOSH that's the worst smell ever. Really, EVER. No wonder the girl was calling again for us to take the horrible thing away from her. Apparently bananas and papaya don't have shelf lives like twinkies. I was dry heaving it all the way home. If you see my brother ask him to make the noise, cause that was me. And it was COVERED in dirt... naturally, it flew off his car somewhere on 39th south.
So I get it home, and no it's not allowed in my house. I make Tyler throw it away, cause heck no it's not going in my washing machine. After all that work, his flash drive isn't in there. Who knows if she took it or what. My guess? Tyler left it on top of his car, or maybe on the back of the toilet at the U where he left his MP3. Who knows, maybe it's with his red hoodie, or his white one. Or maybe even his black hat, or the blue one.... or wait . GET THE POINT TYLER?! STOP LOSING THINGS!!!!!!!