Third time deserves a spanking.
I left my school parking permit in Mr. D's car again. That's twice this week.
Here's the dealio. Mr. D's work schedule changed at the beginning of this month. Before that, he made it home just in time for me to hop in the car and head to school, leaving him the children and the van. Now, he gets home at the same time I should be there. That wouldn't be a problem except I have to take the children to a sitter then drive to the school with the child transport vehicle so he has to smoosh our four children into the rubber band driven tin can to get them home from said sitter. I take the tin can on Saturday mornings so he can have the transport which is why the parking tag was in the can and not the van.
So Tuesday, I realized I didn't have the wretched yellow permit about an hour before I had to be at school. It was a debacle trying to get it.
I called Mr. D to tell him I had left the tag in his car and he said "It might be in there, I'm not sure." To which I responded "No. I'm not asking if it is, I'm telling you it is." So he said "I'll meet you at the school before class and we'll trade cars." I agreed to that plan.
However, he still wasn't there at five minutes before class started.
Starting to feel a little frustrated, I went and dropped my things in the classroom to let it be known I WAS there on time. Now, you might ask why being late is a big deal. Well, I'll tell you. It's because I have an intense need to be there on time. The end.
He finally showed up ten minutes after class started. I had to wait outside until he got there because I thought it was less obnoxious than waiting for a text before leaving class in the middle of lecture.
So I'm at home this morning, minding my own business, when Mr.D sends me a text saying I left the tag again.