What Time is It?

I was sitting at my desk working on a PowerPoint presentation when I glanced at the clock.  I stared for a minute trying to figure out the "what's wrong with this picture" feeling I was having.  Suddenly it hit me.  My calender entry didn't pop up.  The girls school day ended five minutes ago.  I was late to pick-up the girls.
Not having time to walk Oreo up there as I usually do, I grabbed my purse and raced out the door.  Oreo was on his front porch tie-up as I pulled out of the garage.  He ran towards the van, but I was already out of the driveway.  Plus, he's tied-up, so he didn't get very far.
As I was racing towards the school (carefully, of course), my mobile phone rang.  Another mom said, "I have the girls.  Do you need me to put them in the car and bring them home."  I told her what happened and by the time she stopped laughing I was there.
Neither girl was happy with me.  The brunette twin cried because she thought I forgot them.  The blond twin was just mad that I made her sister cry.  She said, "I knew you wouldn't leave us here, but I didn't like coming out of the door and not seeing you."
I switched up their normal after-school routine just to give myself a chance to calm down.  They happily went to play in their bedroom, thrilled that they didn't have to do their homework first.  I started working on a back-up system just in case my work calendar entry doesn't pop-up again.  I knew that sooner or later I'd be late for school pick-up.  I just didn't think it would only be four months into the school year.