April is a transitional month. Our arrangements for this month are of dizzying complexity. In fact, if I were run over by a bus, I am pretty certain that Mr. Waffle would have no idea of where our children might be.
Today is Thursday. At lunchtime on Thursdays, I collect the boys from the creche to drop them off at home where, from 2 o’clock, our childminder tends to their every need. I got caught up in some work and didn’t leave the office until 1.45. I knew that the childminder would be wondering where we were, so I zoomed home as quickly as I could. I was surprised and delighted at what excellent time I made and it was only as I turned into the garage that I realised that there was a reason why the trip had been so speedy. Yup, I forgot to pick up the boys.
this is a classic ‘oh my god, I’ve left the baby on the bus’
My friend left her baby outside the baker;s shop (in her pram) and it wasn’t until her daughter told her that it was much nicer without baby x that my friend realised her error.