Today, I had the scare of my life. I actually pictured other mothers shaking their heads, as they watched the news, whispering "what an unfit mother."
I put my kids down for "rest time", we changed 'nap time' to 'rest time' to encompass my children that no longer require naps. That way I still get a few minuets of time to myself during the day. I put Mason in his bed, sang him a few songs, and gave him a kiss. I put on a movie for Maya in the playroom gave her a kiss and told her I was going to hop in the shower.
I got out of the shower, got dressed, and started putting on makeup. I realized it was pretty quiet and figured Mason was asleep. I went into his room to check on him.
He wasn't there.
I went into Maya's room to see if he was playing in there.
He wasn't there.
I thought, "Oh, that little stinker, he snuck into the playroom to play with Maya."
He wasn't there, and Maya hadn't seen him.
I checked the rest of the house.
He was NOWHERE to be seen.
At this point my stomach is turning and I'm getting pretty nervous. I checked the doors, all of them were locked, there was no way he could have gotten outside. Then I thought of the possibility of him being kidnapped. This is where the thoughts of being on the news came into play. How could I ever forgive myself for taking a shower while the kids are left unattended?!?!?! Maybe I AM an unfit mother. In my own defense, I do sacrifice privacy and leave the door open while I shower so I can hear what is going on, or if they really needed me they could come and get me.
I checked all of the windows. They were locked, would a kidnapper really take the time to lock us back in? He would if he was smart! But, it wasn't likely, so at this point I realized he had to be in the house, now I just had to figure out where.
I found him asleep under Maya's bed. For the picture, I pulled up the bedskirt.