Butterscotch

Yes, I'm back on food. Big deal.

This morning, I dropped my little one off at school LIKE ALWAYS in the SAME spot at the SAME school. Mission accomplished.

10:45am:
Hi there, this is Barbara from Logan's school calling in regards to his absence today. Will you please call the school and let us know why he's out today. Thanks.

10:45am and a half:
OH MY GOSH! BUT I DROPPED HIM OFF!
(Cue sweat from forehead. Character to rush frantically puttin gon BEST running shoes, grab telephone)

10:46am:
Hello? Barbara, it's Logan's Mom and I dropped him off this morning. Please contact the Navy, the local Sherriff station, ALL slurpee vendors and a medic for me because I'm going to pass out. While you do that, call his classroom and double check he's there!

10:46am and a half:
Oh, well hang on just a second...Yep, he's here. Sorry.

Umm...SORRY? SORRY? I get it, if only I had left the house two minutes earlier, he would have gotten to the assembly and been marked PRESENT. But I didn't and now this is the result of tardiness.

Moral:
Don't fucken be late.