Tuesday was a terrible day. I went to pick up OC at school, and she wasn't waiting out front. I asked about her to the teacher who was waiting with the kids, she said she hadn't seen her. I walked the long hallway down to her empty classroom. My eyes filled with tears, I couldn't help it. Her classroom is on the other side of the school which gave plenty of time to consider all the many horrifying possibilities, which only got more horrifying on the long walk back to the office.
I checked the playground, then as I got back to the office I managed to choke out, "My child isn't here!" And as her name rang out over the paging system, she walked into the office.
She's fine, she was not where she was supposed to be, and I didn't see her where she said she had been.
Crying in public, my old companion. What fun.
I'm so relieved my child is safe that this morning when she woke me up at 5 am to tell me she wasn't feeling good, I was glad to have a child to get up early for.
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Aww...I'm glad she was okay! I know that feeling.
Tonight I agreed to drop off my oldest to play video games with his friend - earlier today I envisioned a scenario in which he lost his cell phone and their house burned down and now how am I supposed to find him! *sigh* I may be overreacting slightly.
Hang in there girlie.
Yup. It's amazing what you're grateful for after facing a horrifying alternative.
Awwww. It's a lovely thing that someone cries for her when there's even a whiff that something may not be right.
A few public tears are small potatoes.
Glad she's A-OK!
My daughter did a disappearing act on me when she was in the 5th grade and it scared me down to my bones. When she finally found her way to where she was supposed to be (40 minutes later!) - I was near hysterical and way overreacted (after I hugged her way too tight) and yelled.
Man, that was the worst feeling I had ever had.
How frightening! I'm glad you found each other.
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