A New Day!
Woke at 12:30, 1, 3, 5 and 6:07. Woke in pure unadulterated panic. My fist sore from yesterday. Time to take the kids to the bus stop.
Cathy was gone to pick up Sarah. Amy was playing in Noah’s room. Noah was playing Gameboy in the kitchen. I went downstairs to get the Sizzix and got distracted on the computer. When I came back upstairs Amy was not in Noah’s room. She was not in Sarah’s room. I raced through the house calling her name and could not find her. She did not answer! I called louder and retraced my steps looking high and low and flipping covers. I called to Noah and he said, “She’s in my room!” I told him to help look so he came and stood by my side. No sign of Amy. Panic! No answer. More panic! I told Noah to look elsewhere and he finally called, “here she is!” Amy had stripped and squeezed her feet and bottom completely into the dog water bowl and was tossing the dog food all over the place. Noah should have heard the noise. He gets so caught up in that game that the house could be burning down and he wouldn’t know. I was scared and angry with myself for not watching more closely and I lost a battle with the kitchen cabinet. Wood 1; Fist 0.