My phone rings. I see it is Monroe school district. I think to myself, I better answer this.
Tammy: Sara? It’s Tammy from Maltby elementary.
Me: Hello Tammy.
Tammy: Well, I have your daughter here.
Me: (thinking to myself, of course you have my daughter there.) OK?
Tammy: In the office with me.
Tammy: Well, you were supposed to pick her up at car drop today.
Me: Yes, and I’m about to leave to come and get her. (School dismissal is at 3:25)
Tammy: Well, you never came and got her.
Me: (Light bulb finally turns on.) OH. MY. HELL. (Every Friday, they have early release. She got out at 2:40) I’M ON MY WAY. I’M SO SORRY! I’LL BE THERE IN 10 MINUTES! Tammy, I totally forgot that it was early release every Friday!
Tammy: Well, it is the middle of the year, I didn’t think I’d have to remind you…
Me: Well, my father is usually the one to get Lily off of the bus and he’s helping one of my brothers’ move and out of the state!
Tammy: Well, I guess we’ll just blame Grandpa then, won’t we? Drive safely.
So I slink into the office where Lily is just sitting on one of the chairs, happy as a clam. Not worried in the least. She did ask me why I was late. Aaaaand, I did tell her that I forgot she had early release. She responds with, “so, can I put the key in the truck? (ignition) I replied with a hearty “Yes!” She knows she’s onto something. She can feel the guilt pouring out of me. “Can we get some ice cream from Dairy Queen too?” “You bet honey. Anything you want.”
And that is the day that I forgot my child at school. Not as good as the school losing Lily earlier in the school year… but a close second.