Well last year, the planner that I am I had everything packed and ready to go (of course I had started packing a week or so prior to our trip). Had my kids luggage, my luggage, even my husbands luggage packed and a suitcase filled with snacks. We get dropped off at the airport (this is FOR REAL by the way, not a dream) and we are at the counter checking our bags an hour before our flight and I start counting bags "mental check, there's Tim's bag, Luke's bag, Lauren's bag, snack bag, carry on bag. . . ." panic set in "WHERE'S MY BAG". Oh yeah, that's right the queen of Disney planning left MY BAG at home.