Every single Monday in our public school system, we get out early.
2:30 instead of 3:30.
Every single Monday.
And I truly have dreams that I forget to go pick up Brigg on Mondays almost weekly.
It's a fear I have.
Apparently a valid fear.
I forgot him today.
Got a call from the school.
"Is anyone coming to pick up Brigg? He's still here."
I am coming to pick up my son.
Good thing I have never claimed to be mother of the year.....