Worst Mom Award

I win the Worst Mom Award today. Hands down.
I took the boys to school this morning. This is Rhett's 2nd day of Kindergarten. After doing so well yesterday, I wasn't even worried about him. When we got up to the front of the school and said, "Ok, you guys can get out!" He bounced right out of the car, came over and gave me a smile and a high five thru my open window and headed on in to the building. After they were safe inside, I left and headed back home. Gracie and I got back home and I got her in her high chair to finish her breakfast and headed into the kitchen to get me something to eat.
Lo and behold, what did I find on the kitchen counter, but 2 lunch boxes... all packed and ready to go... but STILL ON MY COUNTER AND NOT IN THEIR BACKPACKS!!!
So, I grabbed the lunch boxes and Gracie, got in the car, and headed for the school as fast as I could.
I got there just as the morning announcements over the loud speaker were getting finished and right when I walked in the office, there was Rhett sitting at the little table in the office with his head down, crying his eyes out. His teacher was there too, and apparently she had just hung up the phone from calling and leaving me a message on my home phone. He had already discovered the missing lunch box and was VERY upset about it. He saw me and ran over to me and grabbed onto my legs and was SOBBING. I kind of made out the words, "I don't want to stay! I want to go home with you!" The teacher had to pretty much pry him off of me and take him back to class. Then the principal offered to take Braden's lunch to him in his class... since I was already crying...
Then we walk out of the school building and Gracie started screaming bloody murder because she wanted to stay at the school.
So, me and Gracie both cried all the way home. The difference is that she quit crying when we walked in the house and saw Handy Manny on the tv. I cried for the next 20 minutes. I think I'm ok now... but my heart is just broken into a million little pieces. 3:00 will not come soon enough today. I'm trying not to worry about him and just pray for him, but that's hard for a tender hearted mamma to do. Here come the tears... I've got to go find something else to do than think about it.