Missing

I lost a child for the first time today. I feel like 4 1/2 years is a pretty solid amount of time to have kept an eye on him. The worst part was that it was at 6am. At home. While I was sleeping.

So really, none of this was my fault, and I am still claiming to have never lost a child. Because I totally found him. Eventually.

Basically what happened is Zach went in to Bishop's room to wake him up like we do ever morning for school, and he wasn't in bed. So Zach calls out for me, and asks me if I have seen him. To which I answer, no. So we then commence a search the included tearing apart his bed, looking in the living room, bathroom, my bedroom (he often sneaks in during the night. And by often, I mean every night). But no Bishop. So we go into Cadence's room, turn on her light, and no Bishop. Cadence, of course, is sprawled out in bed like she doesn't realize that someone snuck into the house while we all slept and stole her older brother.

Which is what I was imagining had happened at this point.

So I start yelling for him, and low and behold, a little pj clad bottom wiggles itself out from under Cadence's crib, and soon enough, a head pops up.

First relief, then the panicked anger hits.

Why was he sleeping under her crib? He didn't know.
What was he even doing in her room? He was scared.
But why under the crib? No idea.

I do wonder if he meant to come into our room and just got lost. Or if he was wandering to our room and heard the heater turn on and just found the closest vent and laid down by it. Which is his favorite thing to do. Even when it's not all that cold.

A guy I work with suggested we get him the pillow pet night light thingy that will turn on for 20 minutes or so, then fade out. I think a night light might be a good investment.

So, no one broke in and stole my child, who was mostly missing for under 5 minutes, but who almost scared me to death. Love being a mom.

Most days.

The writing on the wall

This morning, while getting ready for the day, I noticed something on our bathroon wall that hadn't been there previously. I was trying to decide what it exactly it could be, thinking that Bishop had possibly brought food in the bathroom and then wiped his fingers on the wall when I realized, nope, it's poop. On my wall. Wiped there by my sweet 4 year old.

I am pretty sure I know how it got there, I mean, why he had poop on his fingers to begin with. What I am more concerned about is that he has done this before. And we had a talk then, too. I think this time around, I am going to make him clean it himself.

So just for future reference, if you are over visiting and it looks like someone drew on the wall, don't taste test it. Chances are pretty solid it could be poop. No pun intented there, of course.

On an completly different note, I have decided to clean up my diet. I have tossed out coffee (guh) and sweets, sugar, things that are highly processed. I am really just trying to reset my digestive system, which has been off for a few months. Today is the first day, and really, the coffee thing hasn't been so bad as the no snacking/no sugar thing has been. I now know that I need to pack other things with me tomorrow for work because, whew...rough.

Hopefully it works though, and I can get all reset and then maybe reintroduce some of the foods into my diet, but maybe not. I really struggle with processed foods, and need to get on an even keel digestively before I start trying to add things again. *Sigh* Sad day indeed. But coffee might just have to be gone forever :/