Normally I run out of work like a bat out of hell so I can get the Moosh up, fed, dressed, and safely dropped off at school before I start exhibiting signs of narcolepsy. It is a complicated dance.
This morning, however, I have a training class that lasts until 10:30 AM. My boss made an extra effort to tell us that this class was NOT OPTIONAL, so I made arrangements with R so that he could drop the Moosh off at school instead of me.
It sounds simple, but was in fact relatively complicated because R hadn't ever been to the Moosh's school before. We had to get an extra car seat because we only had one. R went with us on Monday so that he would know how to get the Moosh logged into his classroom properly. OK? OK. All lights are green for go.
So today I got very little sleep (thank you, parent-teacher conference!) so by the time R got home from work I fell into bed with nary a word to him and slept straight up until it was almost time for me to leave. I scrambled around in a rush, making sure I was dressed and ready for work, and on the way out the door, I hastily grabbed the keys to the car I normally drive to work. Which was the car R was supposed to take in the morning to get the Moosh to school. The one with the car seat in it. Ooooooooops.
Luckily there is no problem, it's only a slight inconvenience for R... he'll have to install the spare booster seat in another car and take him to school in that, but still. I was the one that made all the plans. I was the one who was shrill about it. I was the one who made sure R was up to date on all the plans... then I drove off in the wrong car.