This afternoon, I glanced at the clock and realized that Bria and Chloe weren't home from school yet. I admit, they dilly-dally most of the time and I always expect them to be late, but they were already 20 minutes late this afternoon, and I had wanted to go run some errands with them as soon as they got home.
So, I went outside and looked at the school (we live just a block away) and saw no sign of them, so I figured I'd just drive the car up and save them the walk. Once I got there, there was still no sign of them, and Bria's scooter was still in the bike rack. Sophia and I decided to go in and look for them.
They were nowhere to be found.
Funny that my friend Deb just blogged about this today, because I found myself getting more and more panicky. I was trying to hold it together so I didn't scare Sophie, but she could tell something was up with me. I had the office page the kids, they didn't show up. I had a few of my friends who were still picking up their own kids looking for them and they couldn't find them either. None of the teachers had seen them. The knot in my stomach was getting bigger and bigger.
Finally, I decided I'd better go back home to see if they had somehow flown under all the radar and gone home without knowing I was looking for them. My anxiety got worse as I saw that Bria's scooter was still in the bike rack. As soon as I got in the car, I started bawling and Sophia asked me what was wrong. I told her that I couldn't find the girls, and I didn't know where they were and I was scared.
Then Sophia said, "It's otay, Mommy. Maybe girls home."
And they were. They said they'd only been in the house for about 2 minutes (which was at this point 40 minutes after school was out) and I still can't get a straight answer from them as to what exactly took them so long or where they were while everyone was searching the school.
Sometimes it takes an experience like this to realize just how important my children are to me. I would die, absolutely die, if I lost them. Even though the day-to-day craziness is often more than I can take, I'll happily take it.
And the day-to-day craziness is particularly crazy right now. Not to mention all of the decision-related trauma I have been putting myself through. I just don't think I can handle regular blogging for a little while, so I hope you'll forgive me.
Maybe I'll find time to post Easter pictures. We'll see, but there's still Easter grass in my carpet--no matter how much I clean it up, it just keeps multiplying. I also have a few things already set to post for my blog's birthday week, which is next week, so keep an eye out for that.
And maybe after my little old blog is a year older, I'll be ready to actually write in it.