Feeble Woe Is Me post - sorry.
Yesterday was DD2's 2nd birthday. We asked her what she wanted to do on her birthday; she said "go on a bus". As we weren't sure how exciting that would actually be we decided to take her to the London Aquarium and then on one of those double decker bus trips afterwards. DD1 was due to be in school but my parents were organised to be in when she got home early (last day) as long as we were back by mid-afternoon.
Just as we were setting out so I guess at 9:05 or something, I get a call from the deputy head saying DD1 has been sick and I have to pick her up and take her home. DD1, I must explain, is sick from time to time. Was always a sicky baby, and if (as now) she has a bit of a cold and swallows a lot of mucus, sometimes it comes back up again. It doesn't help if you lift her out of the taxi in a sort of Heimlich manoevre. But school were convinced she had a D&V bug and had to be evacuated asap.
So I go round there. "Oooh, she's terribly pale" say the staff. DD1 is grinning up at me like a loon. Of course, she was as right as chuffin' ninepence, nowt wrong with her whatsoever.
It's a very long way to DD1's school and back and meanwhile DH is trying to sort out someone to have DD1. We finally got into London with DD2 just before lunch: whizzed round the Aquarium, long queues for lunch in Giraffe, and then home. No time for a bus ride, which is what she actually asked for on the first birthday she has been able to understand.
I know that this was nobody's fault - certainally not DD1's and not school because I guess they have rules about this sort of thing. And I know that it might have happened if DD1 was NT (though the whole who-picks-her-up-and-who-has-her thing would have been much easier, we could probably have got someone else to do it). But all the same, we made a huge effort to make DD2's birthday the one day that was about "her" and not DD1 - and still we let DD1 ruin it for her.