Kira has soccer practice tonight and it looks like rain. So I checked the radar while sitting at a traffic light on my way home and sure enough, rain is on it's way. Storms, actually. So I called my husband to get his thoughts on whether we should skip out on practice because a) I don't want Kira out in the middle of a field during a storm, and b) I melt when wet. We agree to take her and leave if it starts to look omnious.
So, I get to daycare and the staff tells me she's already been picked up. I freaked. Then they told me her grandma picked her up. Dave's mom. Dave forgot to tell me. I just got off the phone with him and he neglected to tell me. He was very apologetic after the follow up phone call from me. Grrrrrrr.