Literally, I lost my child today. It was the scariest 20 minutes that I can remember. I came inside with the kids after spending the entire day outside. I closed the back doors (or so I thought, then headed to the kitchen to start dinner. I couldn't think of anything and went downstairs and pulled up some recipes online. The kids were playing upstairs in the living room. I went upstairs to ask them what they wanted for dinner, and on the way noticed that the back door was open. Not thinking too much of it, I went to the living room and asked Ammon if he knew where BJ was. No. So I went outside and didn't see him anywhere. Searched the house and didn't see him anywhere. Went to both neighbors and they hadn't seen him. Called 911. I think it's the first time I've ever had to do that. I was trying to answer their questions and the neighbors questions without completely losing it! Stay calm! My neighbors walked down the street and finally found him up the street a few houses in the direction we go to Ammon's school. He was chasing after a cat and apparently didn't notice that he was even lost. I am so so so sooooooooo grateful that he was okay and that we found him so quickly. He was watched over by a guardian angel I'm sure. But I still feel (a few hours later) that my heart is not quite beating regularly because of that intense stress for that short time. I hope to never experience that again. I will certainly be more careful-- and we'll soon be installing locking screen doors so we can have closed doors but still have a breeze blowing through.
Anyway, we had beautiful weather today after a very very cold March. It felt like summer. I walked the lake, planted part of my garden, played outside with the kids, walked to school to pick up Ammon, played at the school with the kids, ran around being a crazed desperate mother, and never did get to making dinner-- so we picked up subs and went to the park for a picnic. Needless to say I am TIRED!!! And sunburned. And grateful-- did I say that already? Goodnight.