This sort of thing happens because one of my favorite things to do is walk.
In fact, if it wasn't for needing to sometimes get to NY and medical appointments, I wouldn't even bother having a car since we're lucky enough to live pretty close to public transportation. But we need to get to NY and medical appointments, so I keep the car but I try to leave it in the driveway as much as possible.
That means that any time the weather is above freezing and it's not raining, Bo and I prep ourselves to face whatever the outside world holds in store so we can walk the almost two miles round trip to pick up P. at childcare.
It's why we have a double stroller instead of a single. Some days, P. is happy to walk the almost mile back home, helping me push or holding my hand or running ahead. Other days, she's tired and cranky and just wants to crawl into the lower seat and pull up the sun shade like a little rājñī riding in a litter. And some days I just want to get us to the grocery, bank, or post office in a timely fashion so I'm like "Come on, kids, let's ride."
Sleep, of course, is the sometimes intended, sometimes unintended consequence. Ideally, Bo would have continued sleeping and P. would have woken up but in the time it took me to write this the opposite happened.