When a mom tries to be a ninja
I had to wake up super early for work today because we had a board meeting. I had my clothes all laid out and ironed, the day's meals all prepared and refrigerated for DH and DS, and I showered quickly and tossed my hair in a bun so I wouldn't have to use the blow dryer.
I made my way to the back door, which is near our bedroom. I tip toed, holding onto my heels and making sure my travel mug wasn't tilted. I opened the door...
"Mommy, where are you going?" asked a tiny voice.
"I want to go too, Mommy," emerged my little brown boy, slipping his feet into some shoes.
"Ok, I'll bring you to grandma's," I tell him. I bundle him up, scoop him up and into the car we go.
3 hours later, I get an urgent call from DH.
"I can't find K," he's screaming at me, drowsy but excited of course. "The back door wasn't locked and I can't find him!"
I quickly explained this morning's ordeal and all was well. But wow, I think I nearly lost DH to a heart attack this morning.
So note to self: Next time tell DH or leave a note, and always lock the doors!