I forgot to pick DD up from daycare once.

MelandJeff

She was 2. I was in school full time and working several jobs. Add in being a single mom and you have disaster. I had THOUGHT about asking my grandma to pick her up, but I never actually did. I was in the middle of a test in class and I all the sudden blurted out " Holy ***!" and ran out of the room.

Luckily I was only about 30 minutes late, but I felt guilty about it for a very long time, in fact I am still embarrassed about it.

But, *** happens. We are all only human, ya know?

 

Kapalua

It's my worst fear...but I don't doubt it happens to the best of 'em.

eshaffer

Well, my theory is much better to forget them at daycare where they are safe then to forget to drop them OFF at daycare....meaning they are still in the car. 

MelandJeff

eshaffer:

Well, my theory is much better to forget them at daycare where they are safe then to forget to drop them OFF at daycare....meaning they are still in the car. 

Word.

veloelle

Yes, we are human. But this is on top of him never hearing me. Ever. That's why I made a very specific point more than once to make him stop what he was doing, look me straight in the eye and talk. I must have come across as a superbitch in my post since 1 person responded and it spawned another post. Oh well. I'm off to drink wine while I wait for DH and DD.

MelandJeff

Vel-

You didnt come off as a super biotch, your post just reminded me of when it happened to me.

 

shouldbeworkin

DH forgot DS once.  I had arranged with him to pick him up so I could meet with a friend for dinner.  For some reason, I just got the feeling to call him and make sure he'd picked him up while I was on my way to meet my friend.  He forgot and was a good half hour away and daycare was closing in 10 mins.  Fortunately I was going that way and got to him only about 5 minutes late, but the whole thing was so upsetting. 

JulieandBen

I remember my mother forgetting to drop me off at preschool. I was, and still am, a very chatty girl. I wasn't feeling well that morning so I was unusually quiet in the back seat. My mother drove right past my school on the way to her office. I still remember asking her where she was going.

 It happens.