*hold your applause*
I totally suck.
I blame my meds.
So I'm the type who only answers the door to the FedEx guy and UPS.
They rap 3 times and run.
Only small talk when I need to sign for a package.
Other than that, I've written before about solicitors being the bane of my existence.
So today was a mixed up day.
Went to the doctor for K again.
Got an early lunch, hubby back to work.
What I failed to remember was Thursday is minimum day-early release at 12:40pm.
Normally hubby is home for lunch and I head to the school.
Because of our schedule, hubby wasn't here.
I continued with my weekly routine.
The doorbell rings at 12:50pm....
K, don't run to the door and tear apart the blinds!!!
I peek to see if it's a package, no truck.
I actually don't see anyone at the door.
Well, anyone of normal height.
I look again, and look down a bit.
A small child!? That's weird, it's mid-after...D'OH!!!
OMG it's my small child!
I forgot to pick him up from school!
He WALKED HOME ALONE!!
I opened the door, and peeled the backpack off his sweaty back.
Apologizing and near tears the kid is fine, crossed two streets, made it unscathed, sweat-drenched and thirsty, but made it.
I feel like crap.
What does DQ say when I tell her?
OMG I never have gotten to walk home alone and i'm OLDER than he is!
He now wears a badge of pride.
A badge that his older sister doesn't have.
One he earned at my fail.
Can I do that again tomorrow!?