Wed. 5.15 pm.
The first day of our new routine where your Dad has the car on Wednesdays so is responsible for dropping off and picking you up at daycare.
I am suffering baby withdrawal, having not seen you all day and being at home working solidly since 7:45 am.Â So I text your dad.
He phones back, happy.
“Just had a great meeting, finishing up now, am in xxx Outer Suburb xxx, on my way home, won’t be too long….”
“Ah, but you have Oscar, right??? “.
Thankfully your grandma K wasn’t too far away as it was too late for me to walk/bus to get you, and she managed to get there just before they closed (we’re not at a long daycare anymore), along with your dad who I have no doubt picked up at least 3 speeding tickets on the way.
And was rather sheepish for the rest of the night.
Bad parent of the day award: yes, your Dad, for forgetting to pick you up on the first day he had to! (I mean, I could understand after a busy day a few weeks into a routine, but on the first day???!!!).
P.S.Â You were of course fine, and oblivious to the whole thing.Â But your dad felt pretty bad about the whole affair, so I had to let a few days pass before sharing the story.