Lost

So I lost my baby today. Lost, you say? Yes, lost. You see, I was using the restroom with the door open, (because apparently when you become a mommy, privacy is a thing of the past), and Joelito was playing in the living room. I could hear him talking, and nothing crashing, so I assumed everything was fine.

When I finished in the restroom, I washed my hands, turned out the lights and shut the door. I walked through the bedroom, picked up an old sippy cup and headed to the living room. No baby. Walked into the kitchen. No baby. Ran to the second bathroom, the bedroom. No baby. Checked the bedroom closet, the cabinets, the bed. No baby. At this point, I am in full on panic mode. Absolutely, positively, freaking out. I am running around the house screaming "Joelito," and he is not answering me. I saw visions of his face on milk cartons, or him pushing his dump truck down the driveway. In a last ditch effort, I decided to check the bathroom I was just using. And there he was, sitting on the floor, in the dark.

So somehow, this little stinky butt walked in behind me, and I managed to shut him in the bathroom. I have been on convoys in Iraq, and I have never been as scared as I was this morning. After I found him, I sat on the floor and cried my eyes out. To add insult to injury, he laughed at me. Yes, mommy was a blubbering mess, and Joelito laughed. I have no idea how I am going to get through the next 18 years!