I haven't been feeling well the past few days and I've been sleeping more than usual. I think my body just needs a recharge.
Today, after I got Zed down for his nap, I decided to sit down for a few minutes and watch some television. Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes and staring at the clock, which read 2:55 PM.
2:55 PM!
Zoey's school lets out at 2:30 PM.
Damn it!
I jumped up, grabbed a startled Zed, and started running towards the door when the phone rang. It was the school.
"Mr. Holland? We have your daughter in the principal's office."
"Is she okay? I'm sorry! Is she scared? I overslept! Is she all right?"
"She's fine."
"I'll be there in a minute!"
I never drove so fast in my life.
But they were right. She was fine. She was drawing at a desk. I thanked the office person for taking care of her. The entire way to the car, I apologized profusely to Zoey. Finally, when we got to the car, she looked me dead in the eye, "It's okay, Daddy. It was an accident."
Which made me feel even more guilty. So she got dessert for dinner and extra television time.
And because I'm so neurotic and afraid of this happening again, I hereby vow never to sit down while she or Zed are at school. Anyone know the number of a good podiatrist?
Song of the day: Stigmata by Ministry
I Suck
