9.5 years and I have never forgotten a child.
And I am blaming Brett. Totally. Cause I can. And it makes me feel a little better.
Just a little.
Today started like a normal Tuesday. Brett starts work late, so after dropping the Big 3 Reasons at school, and Oliver (3) off to one of his 2 kindy days, we head somewhere nice to have brunch with Camille.
Today was a little different as my car was booked in for a service. So we dropped my car off, and continued on in Brett's car.
The day continued like a normal Tuesday. Brett started work at 11am. I, unusually, walked to school pick up and we walked home (car still at service).
Here is where it all changed. Brett normally works until 10pm on Tuesdays. Always.
Today he came home at 3pm.
Usually - my mum picks up the big boys at 3pm and takes them to Ice Hockey training, feeds them dinner and brings them home.
Today - she dropped me off at the car service centre on her way. Brett stayed at home with the girls.
After picking up my car, I went and did the grocery shopping. I enjoyed the serenity, cruising slowly around woolies, loving having the time to read packets and explore different items.
I slowly unpacked the trolly into the back of my car, and took my time setting iTunes on the radio. I cranked up the music. As loud as I could. Something I NEVER get to do. I headed home, enjoying my carefree time. It was already dark and I was glad that I decided to pick up some pre-made pasta for dinner as it was 5.40pm
As I pulled into the garage, Camille and Brett entered waving and excited. Brett opened the sliding door of the minivan and looked at me. "Haven't you forgotten something?" he said.
"No? I got everything we needed. Please help me unpack."
"Um... honey... where is Oliver?"
F&%K! Before he could say anything I shot back out of the garage.
OMG! Panic set in. I dialled the kindy and Ms Ainsley answered. "Hi Ainsley, it is Oliver's mum... I will be there in 5 mins". "No worries... he is fine".
I arrived and ran inside. Oliver ran to me... unaware of the drama, and threw his arms around me as he does every time. I held out my hand and gave him 2 jelly beans. He beamed. I apologised to the girls for being so late. They thought it was strange that I was late... but just thought I had something unusual on, so didn't really think twice. Yet.
I usually pick him up at 4pm. It was 5.50pm. They close at 6pm.
We made our way home, chatting about his day and reciting colours of the rainbow. Being only 3, he has no concept of time. I am glad of this. He will never know that I actually forgot him today.
I am off for a shower and a cry.