What a morning

Yesterday....

Got up at 5:30 am to get some papers out of the car that I need Nate to fax from work. Put them by his keys and badge so he won't forget. Get up. Take trash out. Leave garage door open. Pull off our street to take Max to school. Ask my usual, "Do you have your backpack?" He responded, "No. I thought you were getting it." Turned around. Pulled into driveway just in time to see Izzi, Nate's mom's yorkie bolting out of the garage. Left the car running to go chase her. She ran. And ran. On the next street over she ran into someone's garage. I thought I had her pinned. She got away. She ran approximately 2 more blocks down the road with no regard to her name being called. Nate's mom joins the chase. Some dogs start barking and she turns around. I catch her 15 minutes after the chase began. We are now about 4 blocks away and my children are at home alone with the car running in the driveway. I am severely out of shape. Grant is waiting for us on the end of the street. Reports that Jack fell and hit his head. Max is inside putting a bandaid on Jack's forehead. We go to school. Max gets his first tardy. Head toward Nate's work to bring him the papers that he left by the front door. Start to put on make-up. Find the handle to Nate's sister's toilet in my make up bag that she had called looking for the night before. Hand off the papers to Nate. He thinks it's real funny. What a great start to my day. All because of a forgotten backpack.....