And because who DOESN'T want to memorialize mortifying parenting moments, let's just post it here, shall we?
Tuesday afternoon - I'm still at work, at the office, downtown Toronto. It's 5:27pm. There is no way I am leaving for at least another hour. So I call the hubby to let him know I won't be home in time for dinner - go ahead and eat without me.
Because he's doing the pick up, right?
"Ummm - I'm at Martin Grove (that's Etobicoke hood for you non-GTA-ers - REALLY far away from where we live). Where are you?" he asks.
My answer was a whole lot of @$%#&* because I realized in that split second that it took him to utter those words, we were both really, really, REALLY far away from our daughter, in daycare, in Brooklin.
So yeah, we screwed up. He thought I was doing the pickup. I thought he was. Maddie's sitting at daycare (in my guilty imagination), lonely and wondering where her deadbeat parents are.
It's now 5:33pm. We're already 3 minutes late.
"You need to FIGURE THIS OUT." and I hang up. Because you know, I'm calm, cool and collected like that.
As I'm calling the daycare to out myself as possibly the worst parent on the planet...and throw myself at their feet to beg their forgiveness...Hubby calls me back.
"BFF is going to do the pick up. Maddie can fit in their infant car seat for the ride home."
Side note: this actually wasn't as illegal it sounds - she's REALLY tiny, and they have one of those massive infant seats that is made for Swedish people (haha - that's my own private joke, as Ikea makes some oversized furniture and I always think it must be because Swedes are larger... and not so funny as I type it out...).
So I call the daycare and let them know the plans. And still beg their forgiveness. In case they want to judge me. Or think badly of me. Or just wonder what kind of airhead parents we are, anyways, that we forget our kid at daycare.
Maddie was home and happy and all was safe and sound within 15 minutes.
Thanks BFF! And um, sorry Maddie. We won't forget you again...