Please tell me I’m not the only one.

I had looked forward to this day all week.  My oldest, a  thirteen year old gentle giant at 6’2″ with a size 16 shoe, had been gone at basketball camp all week.  My youngest and I were out gathering groceries, preparing for a homecoming meal (okay, it was pizza)  when my phone rang.  It was number one.   Pickup time.   Turns out that pickup time was four hours earlier than I had planned, and I wasn’t there.   Forgetting a kid somewhere is jut the worst feeling as a mom, and probably not a great feeling for a kid either.  I was not nailing this motherhood thing.