Yes I have!
The nomination to the Mom of the Year club if you were wondering. *said with much sarcasm*
Imagine my surprise today when at 12:15pm my front door flew open and my six year old walked in.
My first thought was "fuck, I know I watched him get on the bus this morning."
My second thought was "fuck, he had a half day of school today didn't he."
And my third thought was "double fuck, there goes my nap with Kiel this afternoon."
And then my stomach hit my toes when I realized that I'm usually not home at this time on Tuesdays because Kiel and I run errands on Tuesdays after we go to Kindermusik class. Today however, Kindermusik was canceled so we went to an earlier Mommy and Me karate class and then did a quick run to the market next door. I'm coming down with the boys cold so I didn't feel like doing anything else. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
If I hadn't been home they would have made him get back on the bus and taken him back to school after all the other kids were dropped off. Can you imagine how that would feel to a kid? Knowing your own mom forgot you? I can.
Please don't call social services on me!