So today I am awakened by my husband's usual routine to get ready for work. No big woop until he decides he is going to kiss our little girl goodbye. He goes up to her bedroom to grab his kiss & go and what do you know? She is not in her bed. So I am still in bed deciding if I want to get up & out while I hear his boots hitting the floor going from room to room, down the stairs, up the stairs & back down again & this goes on for say...10 minutes. I then hear him say...(& I quote) honey, lexy is not in her bed did you see her sneak into our room? Then me: Um, no...are you sure? Him: Yes, I am serious, I don't see her anywhere & I have checked all the rooms upstairs, her closets (of which she has 2), the enclosed patio and even the basement & my office and I can't find her. So I then proceed to jump out of bed and begin my mad hunt. I cannot tell you how scared I was ! I traced his steps while he continued the hunt downstairs in the basement. All the while I am thinking I need to shower & get ready to call the cops. My stomach was in knots and I felt sicker and sicker as I called out her name, checked the basement, under beds & guest room all to no avail. Just when we both were at wits end, my brilliant hubby decides he is going to check my closet. Well, I thought...why didn't I think of that? After-all, at about 840am I did use the bathroom & noticed my closet light on through a little crack in the door but never thought anything of it at the time. I flipped the switch off from the outside & jumped back into bed. SOOOO- guess who was in their mama's stinking closet????
Oh yea, somehow she made her way to our room in the wee hours of the morning, bee-lined for my closet, put the light on & wrapped herself up in my fleece blanket and fell asleep again. She had no idea that her father & I were frantically looking for her. Why would she? It's still sleepy time to her. It did not occur to her that my closet was a strange place for her to resume her slumber (so she said after we found & interrogated her ). Never-mind the fact that we have a guest room, or 2 other places with couches that she could crash on. I found this odd. When I asked her why she had chosen my closet, she replied (in the sweetest little voice wearing her dad's oversized shirt as her jammy) & again I quote "it was cozy and there was no room in bed w/ you & daddy. I did not want to wake you guys but wanted to be close by." AWWWWWW...couldn't you just melt?
So finally, after about 25 minutes of collective searching, frantic calling of one sneaky little girl's name, laborious breathing, nervous twitching, brain boggling, and gut busting worry- we found our little girl who was not so lost after-all.
Heck of a way to start our day!