Friday is our library day, and normally that just means grabbing the stack of books from their place on the hall table. But this morning Willow’s books were missing. So that started a search for the missing books, and of course I had to throw in a couple of doses of “Willow, you KNOW books stay on the shelf.” and “This is WHY we keep all the books in one spot!” and perhaps there was a frustrated rant or two about responsibility. The poor kids looked everywhere a book could hide. All morning.
No books were found.
I brought James to work, and when I got back to the house, they still had not found the books. I told them we weren’t going o go to the library if we couldn’t find them. I stomped around a bit. Then I remembered. The last time we went to the library… Willow wasn’t with us.
Talk about an embarrassing moment. I had to tell the kids that *I* had made a mistake, and Willow didn’t have any books because she hadn’t taken any out. She had been at a sleepover at my friend April’s house. I apologized to the kids, and to Willow.
But wow do I feel silly!