Growing up watching the nightly news I always got a chuckle at those "It's 10pm, do you know where your children are?" blurbs. It baffled me to think that some parents would actually need a reminder on the TV to prompt them to start thinking if they were aware of their childrens' whereabouts.
15+ years later I now think I would be a beneficiary of the public service announcement under two conditions: 1. it ran at noon, 2. I was a regular at watching tv at noon. Had I met these two conditions last week, I might have been able to avoid the embarrassing episode of my neighbor bringing Savannah back to my house after she quietly escaped.
It was very unfortunate of me to think my kids were playing quietly. I know better. My children never play quietly. They squeal. Whether it's an "I stole your blankie" squeal, or an "I hid your lego time machine" squeal, or "we're having fun tackling each other" squeal, there is always a squeal to be had in the house. I should have known for those 2.5 minutes when there were no squeals in the house, that also meant there were no children in the house.
For the record, I do know where two of my children are (and it's so easy for me to gush with love for them this time of day). My third, also being my DH, I am not certain. He's likely still inthe office, but I am not entirely sure as our last communication took place roughly 6 hours ago. Maybe it would be wise to head out to the car and retrieve my cell phone to make sure I haven't received a ransom call from his kidnappers requiring a wire transfer to Barbados. Hmmmm....but this bed is so comfy....and I'm getting sleepy....
2 comments:
He was fixing a flat tire or something else that was extremely important - I am sure of it.
i bet he wishes I was a sure as you are about his good intentions. fortunately he was at the office and not kidnapped. phew. i need to do a better job of keeping tabs on him.
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