I'm a scum mother

The other day hubby called me at work and asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant for my birthday. Of course!

Sitting there drinking my Cinco Margarita special when hubby's mobile ring's (I had forgotten mine at home). It was my work calling. Robert was there. Robert? Oh yes, the child that I was supposed to pick up at school and take to the dentist instead of sucking down margaritas.

Robert walked three miles from his school to where I work. Man, was he po'd at me. But I was off the hook once I bought him a coke (he is easily bribed).

But, silver lining time...we were so proud that Robert was able to take care of himself in a strange situation. He walked into my work and went downstairs to the employee he's most comfortable with and explained to her what happened. Plus, I asked him, and he said he was proud of himself.

One of my employee's at my dental surgery was appalled that I did this. I told her she would be a mother one day and feel like the scum of the earth when she forgets HER child somewhere.