The Forgotten

I will by no means be receiving the mother-of-the-year award. As I write this, my child is at someone else's house.That may be all good, but not this time. We were at some friends' house playing games and left very late. All of the children had fallen asleep, so we had to wake them up to get them to the car. Brett and I started herding them toward the car, and I guess Emily was the first to head that way. Brett was close to the lead, and I was bringing up the caboose. When I finally made it outside, Brett was in his car ready to drive away. I looked in my car and saw three children. I assumed he had the other one, and didn't ask. So, off we went.

We got home and the children came in. Claire and Eli landed on the living room couches, and Caleb was up chatting with us. Brett came into the living room and asked where Emily was. I told him that I thought she was with him. He thought I was teasing him, and I thought he was teasing me.

We gave in and called our hostess, and she got out of bed to go and search for my daughter.

Emily had gone from the living room, downstairs toward the door, missed the door, continued downstairs to the basement, went into the basement, and curled up on a couch downstairs. Our hostess checked the living room first... no Emily, so she continued downstairs and found our Boo. She helped her walk back up to the living room and put her to sleep on the couch in there.

OOPS!