As mother’s, we are all prone to be crazy and frantic from time to time, or all the time. The level of anxiety-inducing triggers accompanied with parenthood are astronomical. Apparently, I am not immune to such crazy thoughts…
My heart was racing. My blood pressure rising. I could feel the cold sweat dripping from my neck.
Where the heck was he?
The disappearing act begins.
I called his name. Nothing, no response. I was just in the bathroom, where could he have gone?
Moments before my search began, I heard a squeal of delight and satisfaction. That should have tipped me off, but no.
Frantic, crazy momma came out and started tearing through everywhere after his usual hiding places provided no clues to his whereabouts.
In the news today: careless mother closes the door to go the restroom. Her negligence led to her son wandering off. Onlooker shakes her head in admonishment. “I would never go to the restroom without my children strapped to me.” Other parents would agree, “We never pee or poop when we are home with our angels.” The comment section would be a mile long on the perils of using the restroom with a toddler in the house.
Crazy Level: Through the Roof
At this point, I have checked the locked doors that he cannot reach about ten times and even searched the backyard out desperation.
Everything is still locked, and unless he is a magician and relocked it with his key that he has hidden in his diaper, it is unlikely he has escaped, but that is the only explanation to crazy, frantic mom.
I am screaming his name over and over at this point. Tears are threatening to well up. I am contemplating whether to call my husband or skip the middleman and call 911.
All of this probably takes place over the course of 30 seconds, mind you, but in that time, my pulse has hit over 180.
Finally, after tears are spilling from my cheeks and I am at a loss, hormones don’t help the case, he pops up and says hi with such joy.
Seriously. I love you kid, but I need a minute to come down from every crazy scenario that I just ran through my head. “Are you okay Mom? Mama okay?”
“Yes”, through tears and hugs, “yes”.
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My son is getting too good at hide and seek.
I mean crazy good. The places he hides is getting out of hand.
He hides behind clothes in the closet. He contorts into his tiny grill. Pretty much anywhere is fair game: from behind blinds, under the coffee table, or even in the backyard behind the hot tub. Trust me, that thing had a lock from day one with my little daredevil.
Today, he eluded me in my tiny living room. Really, it was quite impressive. I usually enjoy our hide-and-seek games, but for the love of everything, give me a heads up kid. I love you so much. Please help me to not be a crazy parent.
I hope I am not the only crazy parent out there that completely overreacts to pretty much everything. Anyone?
On a side note, he skipped nap today, which we both so desperately need, see my post about his naps or lack there of: Dear My Restless Son.
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