In which I lock up my ‘Mother of the Year’ Nomination
We went to Disney on the 15th for a week. And then we came home, and real life resumed, which meant that aprox 48 hours after we got home, the husband got on a plane (”in da sky!”).
The husband is in Colorado this week and because of conflicting schedules I haven’t really spoken to him much. He’s working the ‘late’ shift on his show, and I have the ‘early’ shift with the toddler so we haven’t really been awake during each others free time.
Monday he was able to call before he started work. Three and I had already had a busy morning of errand running and I was in the process of putting away laundry. In to Three’s room I go, laundry in hand, husband on the phone while Three plays contentedly in the living room. I am in his bedroom for 5 minutes, tops. I walk out of the room laundry happily in its place and the door to our apartment is open. As is the outside door. And the toddler is not where I left him.
The next 60 seconds or so feel like an eternity. I tell the husband I don’t know where Three is, and I don’t really think he understands that at that moment, I didn’t know where the child was. I ran outside and he was no where to be found. I hang up on the husband. Shout to our neighbors across the way who were sitting outside and they hadn’t seen him either. And that’s when in my head I see an image of the bathroom door closed. I run back into the apartment open the bathroom door, and there is Three, giggling away.
He is so grounded.
The deadbolt in my new best friend.
Tags: Mischief, Parenthood, Toddler
Me, Myself & I, Pretty Pretty Picture, The Husband, Three, Travel | Rockess | 
July 28, 2010 10:03 am
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