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…