Or, A Huge Case of Mommy Brain…

We arrived at Airport #1 yesterday.  We unloaded.  We tried to make sure we had all our stuff before the Super Shuttle took its leave.  In the hustle of counting off bags, kids, and strollers, I was struck with a wave of great fear and adrenaline as I tried to find Emmy. Where was she?  Oh my god, did she wander into the drop off lane?  Who was in charge of her?

“EMMY!”

I was holding her.  Yes.  You read that right.  I was holding the child I was frantic to find.

And so our trip began…