I can now write about this horrific experience I went through on Wednesday night. Hopefully I can laugh whole heartidly about it in the near future and tell the kids what they did when they were 5 and 2 when they're much older....
Lost was on. Kids were in bed talking to each other in their rooms. It was after 10. They were STILL awake. I hear someone moving around upstairs and hear a little voice say, "fireflies!!". I yell up to them to get back in their beds. Silence. So...I wait a few minutes and wonder why all the silence. You know the saying, Better check on things when it's really quiet. I head upstairs and find the front door wide open. The motion light is on on the driveway and I see moving things in the front yard. Yes...the kids were outside, at 10:15 p.m., in their jammies, in the front yard, trying to catch fireflies. The bigger of the two had opened his sisters' gate to her room and let her out. Opened the front door, closed the screen door really, really quietly and took her outside. I told myself not to scream hysterically at them to get inside, so I yelled loudly and scared the begebees out of them. They both ran really fast inside. Like that, "uh oh...I know we're in trouble now." Well...I yelled loudly enough to wake Ed up downstairs and he asked what was going on and I informed him. So Sam ended up with a little sorer bottom, lost his bunny (which he sleeps with every night), lost outside time and tv the next day. I was almost in tears and so so angry that I was shaking.
Today I can slightly chuckle about it. Just slightly. Maybe tomorrow it can move up to a chuckle. Last night Sam informed me, "Mom...I'm not going to go outside tonight". I said that that was a good idea of what not to do.
So I think I'm 10 years older than what I feel. These kids are taking the years off of my life with no problem. How come no one has figured out how to put those years back on??
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It is time like these that I blame each and every one of my white hairs on.
I have a lot of white hairs.
I hope that you are feeling more peaceful now, and perhaps a trip to Home Depot is in order...to fashion new locks and latches on all escape routes!
I am surprised I have as few white hairs as I do. This though, this attempt at escapeeism should atribute to some new sprouts...
I am feeling much better now. I'm thinking of hooks at the very tippy top of the screen doors....
heh heh... rascals! Though I have to say, I've never seen fireflies, I would definitely run outside to try to catch them, too! Of course, I'm a big girl now and can choose my own bedtime, so that's not so much an issue. I can't imagine the anger/fear that would have caused you! Hope you're laughing a little harder about it now! (and hooks are a great plan! :P )
they are that. little rascals. I should have used the word mad instead of angry as I'm not a person with anger issues, but mad? I'm good at getting mad. :)
No fireflies there in the great north? well...after your escape to the far off land, then you come here and visit and we'll catch fireflies :)
WOW, glad things turned out well in the end and that you can now chuckle about it! Kids!!!
Jean, Great story. I love hearing that they snuck out of the house! It kind of happened to us recently ... the two younger one's were in bed and asleep for over an hour, my wife was in bed and asleep as well and I was checking e-mail. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I returned to my chair I noticed the door was open a bit ... so I closed it ... a few minutes later I hear ... "did you see that one?" I find out that my daughter 7 had woke up my son 11 to watch the fireworks going on in the street behind us.
I went outside and we watched for about 15 minutes, then sent them to bed and did not tell MOM! We had fun.
Thanks for the post, Mark
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