Child Protective Services

I’m thankful Child Protective Services isn’t knocking at my door right now!

So we head up for “quiet time” and Mikie wants to lay down by me. Lemme be honest, I knew from when I got up this morning that I was gonna wanna nap today. Molly was crying late last night (working the system is what it boils down to) and I was just on the tired side. So anyways, 1:30p comes and up we head. I lay Molly down for nap, Mikie and I settle into my bed and Jack goes into their bedroom to play quietly. Not that unusual of a situation.

10 minutes into QT I thought I heard the front storm door. So I get up and come downstairs, look around, and close it, locking the front door. Back up I head, not even thinking to check on Jack (I assumed he was in his room still). Mikie and I finally come out of hybronation (we slept 2 hours, I couldn’t believe it) and I go to see what Jack is up to. He’s not in his room. I come downstairs to see what Bean is whining about, calling out, “Jack?” not yet panicked, but kinda like, what the beak? I call out his name again, “Jaaaaack?” I find Bean at the back door whining to go outside… apparently to join her buddy Jack who is innocently playing with the hose. He had both hoses going and was making 2 “streams.” I 'got in his stuff' immediately about how we don’t come outside during QT, knowing he full well knows that. As we talk and he tells me what all he’s been up to - I find out he’s that sound I thought I heard of the front door – he’s been outside SINCE. He came to go back in the house, saw the front door was locked so came in the back door. He had changed his clothes, gotten all kinds of utensils out all over the kitchen, brushed his teeth (leaving a huge clump of toothpaste on the bathroom rug), been “hiking” in our tall grass behind the house, been in the trailer and gotten toys out. WHAT? And I had no idea? Scares the crap outta me… As I started to think what all could have happened to him I got more and more 'in his stuff' so that he would understand this will NOT happen again. He has apologized to me a few times now and let’s hope this doesn’t happen again. Up until today, he wouldn’t even come downstairs during QT to get a toy unless asking me first (even when I was laying down). Now that he’s 5, he must think he’s big enough to do it all! Gee whiz!