So I never shared this with you. Mostly because I felt like a giant idiot. In fact, it was 8 months ago and I still feel like a giant idiot.
So it was Christmas Eve. My hubby was working and I was home with the kids. I was still packing because we were leaving in the morning to go to Michigan for Christmas. The kids are playing and daydreaming of Ipads, Legos and American Girl Dolls in their head as I am packing and getting ready for our trip.
Isaac enters the room and says he isn’t feeling well and asks if I will cuddle with him. Ummm yah! Do you ever say no to a cuddle wanter? Especially when they are an 8 year-old-boy? No of course not! You drop everything and get your cuddle on. Meanwhile Kayla is in the craft room making a mess creating a masterpiece.
So I go over to Kayla and tell her Bubs isn’t feeling well and that we are heading upstairs to lay down for a bit. So, Kayla, knee deep in crayons and markers understands where we are heading.
Thirty minutes later the cuddle bug got antsy and decided enough was enough. So he heads downstairs. One minute later he comes back upstairs, because lets be honest, cuddling led to mommy laying there like a bump on a log still warm under the covers, and says he can’t find Kayla. I tell him to look in the basement. It makes no logical sense that Kayla isn’t in the house. 2 minutes later he comes up and says he still can’t find her.
Irritated I have to get up, I go downstairs and start yelling her name. And that is when I see it…the front door is slightly open. I try not to freak because it is completely unlike Kayla to leave the house without telling me. Plus it is friggin cold outside. She wouldn’t go outside.
So I continue to scream her name. Nothing. I am upstairs, downstairs, and then back upstairs again. At this point I start flipping on lights, checking in drawers, closets, and any small space she can fit. I even opened the refrigerator door. Isaac is freaking. I am trying to stay calm but he can tell by my voice I am FREAKED OUT!
After 10 minutes of this shenanigan I call Tim and say “You need to come home. I can’t find Kayla. She is missing and the door was opened.” He tries to get more clarification. And I simply change the tone of my voice and say INEEDYOUHOMENOW. A normally 10 minute drive takes him 3 minutes to arrive at the door.
And then I call the police.
There is just no logical explanation for where she is. She would never leave the house. Never. She wouldn’t be hiding somewhere. Not when she hears the urgency in my voice. The only thing I could come up with is someone entered our house and took her. I can’t possibly see any other situation. There is no way she is in the house. I screamed her name from every square inch of the house.
So Tim comes home and starts the screaming business. I am kind of frustrated because we should be out searching for scary men who take children not screaming her name in our house. I already did that.
And that is when we hear her little voice…from upstairs…in her room, where I had checked and screamed. Wha? Was she hiding from me? I am gonna spank her until next week. Tim runs upstairs and there is the drippy, sweaty, burning up with a fever little girl who had decided she wasn’t feeling well so she went under a blanket and fell asleep.
Then the doorbell rangs. Hi Mr. Policemen. No I am not an idiot. Yes we found my daughter. She was um…sleeping. #momfail
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