The worst Mom. And maybe also the best?
So...some of you may remember the day that I forgot to pick up Cassie from preschool? Because I didn't usually pick up Cassie from preschool? And she had to sit and wait in the office for me? And I was so much more traumatized about it than she was?
What I did today was so much worse.
I went out to campus today, because I had things to scan and people to talk to, and besides there was a department end-of-semester party with yummy foods. And Cassie was at school and Q was at daycare and I was totally planning to leave by 3:30 so that I could pick them up--Q at daycare and Cassie at her afterschool program.
And then at 3:00, my cell phone rang. And it was Cassie. And she was crying.
You see, I had forgotten to tell her school to send her to the afterschool program. And so she took the bus home. And arrived at an empty house. To make matters worse, the batteries on our key-code lock were dead (I actually had new ones with me, which I had bought this morning), and she couldn't even get in the house. She had gone to a neighbor's house, asked to borrow the phone, and called my cell.
And this is where I'm actually very proud. Because Jay and I had the foresight to discuss with her what to do in the case of this happening. Of course, we has assumed that she would be able to get into the house because she knows the key code. And that she would call us, looking up the numbers on the whiteboard stuck to the fridge that has our emergency numbers on it. The fact that she had the presence of mind to go to a neighbor's, and that she remembered my cell phone number by heart...I'm really, really proud of her. And I told her so, repeatedly, on the phone. "You did exactly the right thing. I'm so proud of you."
So I called Jay at work, and he went home and picked her up. My commute home is an hour long, so she couldn't wait for me. And then, of course, I had the only actual physical key (which we hadn't made a copy of since buying this house a year ago, because we were relying on the key code), so he had to take her back to his office.
But now we're all home. And everyone is safe. And I have confidence that Cassie can handle herself in an emergency. So maybe I'm not such a bad mom after all. :)
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What I did today was so much worse.
I went out to campus today, because I had things to scan and people to talk to, and besides there was a department end-of-semester party with yummy foods. And Cassie was at school and Q was at daycare and I was totally planning to leave by 3:30 so that I could pick them up--Q at daycare and Cassie at her afterschool program.
And then at 3:00, my cell phone rang. And it was Cassie. And she was crying.
You see, I had forgotten to tell her school to send her to the afterschool program. And so she took the bus home. And arrived at an empty house. To make matters worse, the batteries on our key-code lock were dead (I actually had new ones with me, which I had bought this morning), and she couldn't even get in the house. She had gone to a neighbor's house, asked to borrow the phone, and called my cell.
And this is where I'm actually very proud. Because Jay and I had the foresight to discuss with her what to do in the case of this happening. Of course, we has assumed that she would be able to get into the house because she knows the key code. And that she would call us, looking up the numbers on the whiteboard stuck to the fridge that has our emergency numbers on it. The fact that she had the presence of mind to go to a neighbor's, and that she remembered my cell phone number by heart...I'm really, really proud of her. And I told her so, repeatedly, on the phone. "You did exactly the right thing. I'm so proud of you."
So I called Jay at work, and he went home and picked her up. My commute home is an hour long, so she couldn't wait for me. And then, of course, I had the only actual physical key (which we hadn't made a copy of since buying this house a year ago, because we were relying on the key code), so he had to take her back to his office.
But now we're all home. And everyone is safe. And I have confidence that Cassie can handle herself in an emergency. So maybe I'm not such a bad mom after all. :)
Also posted at http://kouredios.dreamwidth.org/229225.html ; feel free to comment there if you so choose: add comment/
comments.