Flying to New Jersey

Flying to New Jersey:
Here's a tip, if you want an easy time at the airport fly out on a Wednesday night.  There was NO ONE  at the airport, no lines any where, we were flew through security, were the only people on the trains.  Then we got on the plane and at that moment it we knew: We had left "I.'s" backpack somewhere.  I was hoping it was just at the gate so I swam upstream on the airplane to get out and go to the gate.  No backpack.  Asked at the desk; No backpack.  The people at the desk recommened that I go look on the trains.  I could make it if I ran.  Not hurried, RAN.  So I ran (with all the kids on the plane I ran, looked on the train, waited for the next train. No backpack.  I ran back to the desk, they called the lost and found, it was closed, then someone at the desk remembered that a co-workers husband worked in security.  So they called him and they had the backpack!  Quick discussion on how to get it back.  Could I run some more?  Yep.  Did I know where to go? No.  So one of the lovely workers at the desk ran with me all the way back to security, got the backpack back, ran back.  As we got to the end of the concourse, the desk worker said I'm stopping, you keep going.  I arrive at the desk dripping in sweat from running, but with the backpack.  All the flight attendents on the flight asked if I had found it. Apparently, they had already started the security talk, and Christine had stood up and called the flight attendent over and told her that they couldn't leave because I wasn't there. I can't thank the desk workers at Continental enough, they were incredibly helpful. 

We landed in Newark, and found our way to the guy in the black suit hold a sign that said MOULTON, he picked led us to the SUV limo, "I." was very impressed that they had given him a carseat that was his favorite color.  I was just happy to see a bottle of water.  I also realized that other than knowing that Doug was in a hotel somewhere near Montvale, I had no idea where we should go.  Luckily the driver did.  So weird to be one of those people who has a driver waiting for me at the airport to whisk me off somewhere. 

This post is really long, so I think I'll break it up into several sections.