I’m standing at the sink, washing the lunch dishes when my mind starts to wander. It flits from one part of my life to another, with no discernible pattern. I can’t believe I just spent $80 at Walmart; that’s a lot of money…Money…Back to work tomorrow; was nice to have a day off today…Work… Did I send that email to the administrators about the meetings?….Meetings…There was some awkward quiet at that last meeting…Quiet…. Quiet!!! It’s TOO QUIET in here! SH*T! WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN??
Any mom knows this panic. Something is terribly, terribly wrong. They’re never this quiet. As I turn on my heels, water still running in the sink, the worse-case-scenerios start to play in my mind… I can’t decide where to go first. Bathroom. Disgusting images of a poop-covered toddler flash in my mind. A baby drinking toilet water. But the bathroom is empty. I spin around, darting towards the living room. More images: Katie covered in marker. Katie eating a book. Maddie standing atop the couch poised to jump. Nothing. Living room is empty. HOW LONG WAS I WASHING DISHES?? The house is eerily quiet. I have flash of brilliance, which at the moment feels comparable to how Einstein must have felt when he figured out the law of gravity. The playroom!
In I go, fighting the urge to cover my eyes and peek through my fingers. I breathe a sigh of relief, and my heart rate immediately returns to normal. The word that tumbles through my mind is “blessed”. Two girls, safe, READING books. I smile and slowly step backwards through the door, unseen. They’re so sweet. So good.
I return to the sink. I shouldn’t have doubt……………………………….CLUNK! BANG! “Waaaaaaaa!!”, the baby wails.