On Tuesdays and Thursday I babysit for two boys whom I will call Joe and Bob, who are in 5th and 2nd grades respectively. On Thursdays we go to piano practice and then to Bob’s football practice.

This week, since Joe wasn’t ready for piano practice, I had him practice piano when he usually does his homework, knowing that he could do his homework while we were at Bob’s practice.

On our way to piano practice, I realized that Joe had forgotten to bring his homework with him. No problem, we’ll just swing by real fast and pick it up on the way to football. When we did, however, Joe realized that his homework was actually left at school. Oops.

When we go to football practice, Joe takes the piano books with him since the boys’ mother picks them up from there. Bob had given his books to Joe to carry, but Joe had thought they were his. Once we had finished the 5-minute walk to the practice field, I asked Joe where his books were.

“Oh, I guess they are in the car.”

So we walked back to the car.

After Joe got the book out of my car, he gave it to me, and I carried it back to the practice field. Once we got to the field, I realized that he only had one of his two books.

“Joe, where’s your other book?”

“I don’t know…”

Yep, he had left it at piano practice. In his defense, Joe is no less responsible than any other 5th grader I know. This just wasn’t his day.

Fast forward two days to Saturday. As I was sitting down to do some reading for my ethics class, I couldn’t find my book anywhere. The last place I remembered seeing it was…at football practice. I left my book at football practice!

I guess I’m not immune from a forgetful day.

Ronnica
NaBloPoMo, Day 5