I missed my flight

I didn't pack last night, thinking I'd have plenty of time this morning.
We had a doggie peepee crisis (apparently Lucy likes to pee in Aly's room, because Aly can't smell and no one else ever goes in there).
Mike missed the exit for the airport, and around here "just turn around at the next exit" is not that easy.

But here is the kicker ... I went to the wrong airport.
There were no more flights out today, so I leave tomorrow at 7:00 am and take a connecting flight through Chicago.
That means waking up at 4 am.

Good thing I'm already packed.