The other evening I came home from driving Our Big Guy to karate class. I came inside the house suddenly feeling 10 pounds lighter, swinging my arms free, dropping my keys carelessly into the bowl, watching Pretty Girl hurry upstairs to get her blanket.
I mentally went through my list.
Greg will be picking up Big Guy in 1 hour.
Sweetie is downstairs watching Ben 10.
Pretty Girl is happy upstairs.
Excellent. We're all good. Maybe I can actually sit down and check email. And a nap is looking really plausible right now. Then it hits me...I'm forgetting something...
The Pirate is still in his car seat. In the car.
He was fine. Mom wasn't.