This morning I awoke to the best feeling ever: I was able to sleep/lounge until 9 a.m. Last night I had the bright idea that since school would be starting for the younger kids next week that I really needed a little more rest before then. (One: Because my teen is going back to college at the end of next week, and Two: Because I’ll go from rising from 6:30 to 7 a.m. to being jolted out of sleep by an angry alarm at 5:30.) So, I asked Amber, the teen, to get up with her three younger siblings this morning and get them to daycare by 9 a.m.
She agreed because, for one, she hadn’t planned on sleeping in because of plans with her BFF. Cool, I thought, and added that if she could keep them from waking me or bothering me then that would be even better. I awoke briefly when my BF heard the kids and inquired as to why I was still laying down and there was so much activity “out there.”
“Amber,” I mumbled. And we went back to sleep.
Around a little after 9 I stretched and got out of bed, threw on a sarong, took care of my bathroom business and shuffled into the kitchen. I cleaned up the breakfast remnants that the kids left (they must have been in a hurry) and munched on some grapes. I put my coffee water on to boil, threw some bread into the toaster and wandered to look out of the front window.
The van was in the driveway. I scrunched my face – perplexed.
I went back to Amber’s room and looked inside. She wasn’t there. I went back to the window thinking that maybe she had just pulled up and was sitting in the van. She wasn’t.
A little wave of panic went through my heart as my mind raced trying to figure out where she could be if the van was in the driveway. I saw my keys hanging in their spot so that meant she had been in the house…
Oh… suddenly realization dawned as I recalled what she said last night.
“I’m supposed to be going somewhere with Doneshia tomorrow morning.”
In my head I thought, “It was like Without a Trace.” … “I don’t know, officer, she must have came back from taking the kids then she just disappeared…”
Yea… I’m back.
Even though it’s a little funny it is definitely a scary thought to think one of your children is missing.
How’s the rest of the day been going? Nicely uneventful, thank you.