DH had a "so long" party to go to for one of his friends on Capitol Hill, so I had "soccer duty". Or so I thought.
I left work early to go pick up Nicholas (takes 20 minutes with a potty training 2 year-old) and then drove to Natalie's elementary school to pick her up from after-care so we could go home to get her changed for soccer. DH was home (thank goodness) so he could help with getting Natalie into shin guards, cleats, etc. and get Nicholas into the potty (again) before we left the house. Natalie needed a snack before soccer so got that onto the table at 5:15 pm so she could make soccer practice at 5:30 pm.
We get out of the house at 5:20 pm, with the full knowledge that we would be late for soccer practice.
I drive down the road and turn off to what I then realize is the road to go to the school for soccer games, not soccer practice.
Turn around, get back on to the road that is loaded with commute time cars, to get to the right turn off for the road to go to the school for soccer practice.
We arrive at 5:45 pm. There are hardly any cars.
The only soccer players there are boys.
I call DH's cell phone. Voicemail.
I find the coach's cell phone number and call him.
"There is no practice today. It's back to school night so we cancelled practice."
I find this out after my 2 hour journey around northern Virginia.
I took the kids to Silver Diner for dinner.