the saga of the shoe

I took a night quill last night. That was my first mistake. I hit the snooze button 3 times this morning. That was my second mistake. I trusted my five year old to do what I told her. That was my third mistake.

This morning we were running late and so as a result my follow through was a little, um, less follow through-ish. As I told my children to get their shoes on I went to start the car and assumed that my children would, well, put their shoes on. They all come out and get in the car and away we went. When we arrived at school I kissed my two eldest children and whipped my youngest chickens face before letting her leave the car I then watched as they happily walked into school after crossing the street. I then go home and go about my normal routine and return to school to pick one little chicken later in the day. When I entered the class room to pick up chicken number 4 I notice that she has shoes on that I do not recognize and I ask...
"Rebekah, who's shoes are those?" Thinking to myself that she must have stolen some poor little girls shoes and I envision in my mind a school yard fight ending with my daughter shoving dirt into this little girls mouth and making her take her shoes off and give them to her.
"She did not have shoes on when she came to school today." Her teacher chimes in snapping me back to reality.
"What?!?!" I ask shocked.
"She did not have shoes on when she came into class today."
Then it sinks in. I sent my child to school without shoes. I dropped my child off at school, watched her get out of the car, walk down the sidewalk, cross the street and go into the school with. no. shoes. on. her. feet. yup, Mom of the year. Mom. of. the. year.