I forgot to pick up my daughter from kindergarten. I had an atrocious headache and went to last down (it was only 2pm). Next thing I know my husband is calling me asking me where the hell I am and didn't I realize it was 4pm? (I pick up Ella at 3:30).
Oh. My. God.
I slept through picking up my kids.
Good thing she has a teacher who stays to 6pm because she carpools with her husband and Ella was in her room playing with her daughters, both of whom are in girl scouts with her.
Still. I slept through it. I feel tiny and like a horrible mother.