It seems Mouse is determined to keep her mom on her toes.
Last night went like this:
I bathed Scout, then went to get her dressed but saw her bed was full of sand, so thought I may as well change the sheets, did that, got her dressed and went to shower. Last I saw her, she was heading downstairs with a book
So I get out the shower, get dressed, come downstairs and no Scout - rush out the back door - no Scout , but patio gate is padlocked. Run inside, check upstairs - no Scout - Shout - offer chocolate - nothing. Try the front door - bloody hell it is unlocked - I am usually so good about locking it - Scream her name out the front - nothing - run in, grab my phone and run out and up to parking lot - in pj's- screaming her name - no Scout - REALLY start panicking. Run back to house - about to enlist the neighbour's help, but ran upstairs once more, check under our bed, and went into her room to check her closet ( all of our hide-and-go-seek spots) - shouting, promising Peppa pigs and chocolate - when THANK GOD she stirred from under her duvet. She had climbed all the way under to hide and gone to sleep......because I had changed the duvet it wasn't back exactly flat on her bed, but wasn't all fluffed up either, just enough to disguise a Scout shaped bump. My heart was in my throat, I was so so scared, and I can't tell you the thoughts running through my head. I hate that our door doesn't automatically lock, and yes it was my fault for not locking it after we had been out - I am usually super-hyper vigilant about it, to the point of locking parents in when they come to collect their kids.
I said a prayer last night, thankful that my worst fears were not a reality. That Mouse was safe and sound in her bed....and that her Dad was safe and sound in his.
