Every Thursday I drop my daughter off at gymnastics class and then go and run errands with my son. The class is only 45 minutes long, so they are usually quick, close errands. Today, like every Thursday, I dropped her off and then ran to get gas and pick up something at the store quickly. Next thing I know I was on the street approaching our neighborhood. Without my daughter!
I drive the route home so many times a day that it has become automatic. I rarely even remember getting home, just that I'm there. Suddenly, I realized I was minus a kid. I circled back and got her and was still there with ten minutes to spare, but I'm thinking I may need to start going to bed a little bit earlier.