Yeah...so this happened.
I was cooking dinner one night. Kim wasn't home from work yet. Desmond had finished his homework and had either used up his allotted screen time or lost it. I don't remember. Point is, I was making him entertain himself by doing something besides rot his brain in front of 100 consecutive episodes of whatever his TV show of the week is.
Then...I made him mad because I yelled at him. Actually, it wasn't really yelling AT him. But, I did yell in his direction which scared him a bit. He had a large stuffed animal on the couch and was proceeding to climb said stuffed animal. At one point, I noticed it tipping forward and, in an instant, in my mind's eye, I witnessed him crashing forward, face first, into the coffee table. That's when I yelled. AAARGH! Or something. It was a loud yell. I apologized, but it was unconscious as I seriously thought he was about to break his face.
Anyway...he was mad at me.
So, I am in the kitchen and he is moping around the living room. Finally, I hear the front door open. He went outside.
He does this occasionally. I don't mind it. He's outside. It's a nice neighborhood. And, I tend to peek out and check on him every 5 mins or so.
He comes back in, mopes in the kitchen for a bit and leaves again. This happens another 2 or three times.
Finally, 5 minutes after he mopes his way out of the kitchen and I hear the front door open and close, I go to do my check on him in the front yard.
I don't see him.
Well, maybe he's just up the street a bit. Our house is on a corner lot and he sometimes goes digging at our fence along the street.
There is a missing board in the fence. Maybe he went into the backyard.
At this point, my heart is beating a bit.
"Desmond!" I call.
I start to fast walk to the other side of the house. Maybe he's exploring along the neighbors yard?
Now my heart is pounding, but surely he's just hiding cuz he's still mad at me.
Across the street, a new home is being built. I fast walk over there and ask one of the builders, "Did you see a little blond kid out here?"
"DESMOND!!!!" up the street.
"DESMOND!!!!" up the cross street.
A woman walking her dog is looking at me, perhaps wondering if she should assist. Perhaps wondering how I could have lost my kid.
I am sweating. My heart is beating through my chest. Holy shit...where is my kid???? Did someone take my kid????
"DESMOND!!!!! ANSWER ME!!!!"
"WHAT????" comes a high pitched, annoyed voice from behind me.
Desmond is standing in the front door.
"Where were you???" I ask, exasperated and relieved beyond description.
"I was upstairs. I've been yelling "what?" at you!"
All of this lasted maybe 3 minutes. Maybe 4 tops. Not a long time at all. But, I don't think I have ever been so relieved! Nothing happened. I had absolutely nothing to worry about, after all. But, man, did I ever give that kid a big hug when I went back inside.
I told him I was worried someone took him. He gave me a hug back. He didn't seem like he was mad at me anymore, either. Although, he did ask why I didn't just check upstairs. Good question.
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