Forgot My Scrubs Again

Oh boy, this morning was not a great start. I’m in my late 30s and work as a nurse at the local hospital, or rather, try to. You see, ever since I started getting into this whole Mommy/Daddy dynamic with my partner, James, I’ve been spacing out more than usual. We keep it pretty simple and sweet between us, with him acting like a little boy whenever we get together, but that’s all just part of the fun for me. He gets to be carefree while I take charge, in every sense. Anyway, this morning was meant to be about being on time, ready to go, no mistakes. But you know how it goes; I was half-asleep and didn’t even realize until the last minute that I’d forgotten my scrubs. James can’t get away with such a thing, if he messes up in his playboy role, he knows exactly what comes next. But me? Oh, I’m supposed to be responsible, mature, the Mommy figure who never forgets anything important. So here’s where I messed up. Now it’s like James will be the perfect little patient today while I’m the one struggling. I know I’ll have to own up to my mistake later tonight, probably with a time-out or something equally embarrassing, but right now, all I can think about is getting back home safely and trying to salvage this day as best I can.