SOL #23: Miss Forgetful

We were on our way to Vermont, an hour into the ride, when suddenly I turned around and looked at the bags piled to the ceiling only to realize I forgot my bag-my husband’s bag too. Sigh! If you could imagine the tears of my children and the anger of my husband when they realized I added an hour and twenty minutes onto our commute. We literally had to turn around and drive all the way home. We sort of laughed it off when we pulled back into our driveway. I could’ve cried. But we are almost there now and I so need this vacation. Note to self: always check every room before leaving every room.