But the scare I just had now was a million times worse.
I've been in Spenser's room doing the big summer-fall wardrobe switcharoo when Sawyer disappeared. It's not unusual for him to walk around the house at his free will, so I didn't pay much attention. I called his name a few times and figured he fell asleep on the sofa. I asked Spenser to find him for me while I finished folding the last of the clothes. And she said she couldn't find him.
I scrambled from room to room and he was nowhere to be found.
I did another quick search, checked all the doors (locked from the inside), calling his name, and still could not find him. I thought I was going to barf. My stomach was flip-flopping every which way. I almost called Joe. I almost called neighbors to organize a search (yes, I am totally not kidding).
When I spied a little bit of blond hair peeking out of the pillows and blankets. (It bed-linens wash day.)
Good grief, kid. Don't do that again.
Besides being sweaty and drooly, he is fine.
Mama, however, is not.
I think I aged a few years on that one.
So not cool.