So I feel like the worst mother in the world, but I am trying to move on. Last night I forgot about my sweet little Sarah! I didn't leave her at a store or anything, but we all went to Costco and then pulled into the garage. I got out and had my arms full of mostly garbage and some other stuff so I went inside and up to the kitchen to put it away. On my way down I saw Grace coming up the stairs and told her to get pajamas on. I went out to the garage and Jamie said he had the rest of the groceries. So I shut the garage door and went and switched the laundry and took it upstairs to fold. I thought I heard someone in Sarah's room on the monitor downstairs in the office so I thought it was Sarah looking for pajamas. I sat there doing laundry while Jamie went to the bathroom and Grace was getting pajamas. It wasn't until Grace came into our family room and asked, "Where's Sarah?" Jamie and I looked at each other and then ran down to the garage. I had just assumed he got her out when we got Grace out and he assumed that when I came back downstairs I was coming to get her! Poor thing was hysterical strapped into her carseat in a dark garage! I felt horrible. When I was pregnant with Grace I had all sorts of dreams that I was leaving her at stores and always forgetting her. I was pleased that was not the case when I became a mother, but it finally happened. I forgot one of my children. So don't judge me too harshly because I feel awful. The nice thing is though that kids are so quick to forgive! In no time she was laughing and playing with me, even though I still had so much guilt!
