The Man and I aged a good five years yesterday.
It was coming on evening time around The Edge. The Man told Makenna to go get The Boy and tell him to come sit with Dad so he could wind it on down and get ready for bed. She went to the other side to get her brother and came back and said he wasn't over there.
I really wasn't paying attention at this time. The Man got up and looked in The Boy's bedroom and he wasn't there either. He went to the other side and still couldn't find him.
I decided to get up and see if I could help find him because he wasn't answering our calls.
Paige got into the search and still no boy.
We looked under beds and in closets. Lumpy blankets were pulled up and there was no sign of the boy.
We moved the search to the outside. We really didn't know how he would have gotten outside. A month or so ago, he went A.W.O.L. out of Makenna's bedroom window, but was found quickly and hasn't done that since. Or had he? Makenna's window was unopened and still locked.
Our son has been known to be some kind of Houdini, so we still searched outside.
Did I mention it had been storming here? Water was sitting on the ground in puddles as it hadn't had time to soak in yet.
A few months ago, The Boy had stated he was going to Miss Carla's house one day before we stopped him. He has an internal GPS built in and could seriously find his way if he didn't get hit by a car.
The Man got in the Tahoe and went to drive around. Paige started walking outside our court looking.
Makenna took bicycle duty around our court, riding around the back of homes on the edge of the woods.
I took the house and started literally tearing things apart looking.
I had visions of us calling base security and all kinds of chaos starting. I knew they would put someone at the main gate immediately.
I was mad. WHERE was this kid????
I stomped through my home (do you realize the damage you can do to feet on concrete floors?). I said...in a very loud tone...."BOYS FULL ENTIRE NAME...IF YOU DON'T COME HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE, I WILL CUT YOUR BUTT!!!"
A little voice said, "Hey, Mama."
I went to the end of the couch on the kid's side. We have a television stand we're using as an end table at the moment. He had crawled underneath it and put a pillow in front. It was a small space and very easily overlooked.
I grabbed his arm and high stepped him to the other side so I could call his Dad and sister.
I. Was. Livid.
I made him sit there until we were all back together. He knew trouble was in the air.
After a quick supper, this kid was sent to bed. He was not spanked because both The Man and I were that upset.
I was so scared. We all were. I know kids do stuff like this all the time. That doesn't make it any less scary. I had visions of my son wandering outside, falling into one of these full puddles of water and drowning. ~shudder~ I'm all nauseous thinking about it.
He was found. The power of a Mama's voice found him. That, and his full name in a loud voice. I guess he knew I meant business.
I hope and pray he doesn't do anything like this again. My nerves surely can't take it.
Once it was all said and done? I sat in my chair and told The Man......."Lord. I am going to be at home with this kid all summer. I won't make it if he pulls stunts like this on a daily basis."
I'm sure you all understand now when I say I just adore drama free days.