“Wait, you have a child?”
I get that question a lot, which I’ve come to assume, is because either I (a) give off a totally irresponsible vibe or (b) people are impressed I’ve managed to leave the house in something other than tracksuit pants.
The truth is probably closer to scenario a, and now let me illustrate that point by telling you about the time I forgot to pick up my own child.
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Before I became a mother I thought those parents in urban tales (it’s always a friend of a friend of a friend) who leave their children on a bus or at a supermarket were akin to the devil. Surely, it’s impossible to forget you have an offspring I thought. Until that parent was me.
Let me begin by saying in my defence my husband frequently travels and on the weeks he is at home he does the daycare run. And on this particular day I had forgotten he had a late meeting and that I was the one supposed to pick up my daughter.
My daycare and the staff are lovely but they do tend to call the authorities if you are not there at closing time – a fact that has always struck a deep dark fear in me, and meant I usually always arrive well ahead of 6pm.
So on this particular Wednesday afternoon when I forgot to pick up my child, I looked up at the top right hand of my screen, the 5:44 PM time displays and recollection that I was going to be really really late to pick up my daughter culminated in a moment that had me scrambling like this: