Friday the Flipping 13th, Good God
Here's what happened:
I worked. I laughed. People were extremely punchy. It was enjoyable. I got home around 11 p.m.
Tim Russert died suddenly. That was a bummer.
The Full Friday Night Frightfest, however, was something I was blissfully unaware of until this morning, the husband and child having had the good sense to wait to relate the whole stressful story until after I'd had a night's sleep.
In a nutshell, they were in the park around 7:00 pm doing a walk/run with a couple of friends and a bizillion other people to benefit the PTA...and the kid got LOST.
Like, REALLY lost. Like, the cops and walkers/runners out in force trying to find him, like the husband running through the woods that guys use as their cruising turf, screaming the kid's name at the top of his lungs, like our friends driving around in a cop van trying to find the kid. Like DARK IS FALLING AND OUR SON IS LOST IN THE PARK.
After at least an hour and a half of searching and the panic rising, some other friends called the husband's cell to let him know that the kid was at their house---he'd walked all over the park and finally got to a familiar place and made his way from there to 2 other friends' houses (they weren't home) before he got to the third.
The cops were about to send the choppers out. I do not exaggerate writing that---they actually were.
The kid didn't seem freaked over it, sort of acted like it was an adventure, although a tiring one. He has since had a long, heartfelt talking to and has been drilled on our cell phone numbers and on what to do if he ever gets lost again. The old man was absolutely the most terrified he's ever been in his life last night (duh), and when he got the call from our friends saying the kid was safe, he said he just collapsed on the ground and sobbed.
So.
There you go.
I'm glad I was at work and missed it all---although I tend to get scarily calm and focused during emergencies, this is my baby and the thought/fear of an Adam Walsh type scenario probably would've pushed me past the limits of sanity. As the husband told me the story I felt sick to my stomach and my heart was racing a mile a minute.
Thankfully the kiddo is safe and hopefully there was a lesson learned.
Oh, yeah, and yesterday he brought home the green anole lizard he's been taking care of for a science project at school, only to find that the fucking thing had DIED because he neglected to give it water for two fucking days. Jesus.
Happy Day After Friday the 13th, y'all.
I worked. I laughed. People were extremely punchy. It was enjoyable. I got home around 11 p.m.
Tim Russert died suddenly. That was a bummer.
The Full Friday Night Frightfest, however, was something I was blissfully unaware of until this morning, the husband and child having had the good sense to wait to relate the whole stressful story until after I'd had a night's sleep.
In a nutshell, they were in the park around 7:00 pm doing a walk/run with a couple of friends and a bizillion other people to benefit the PTA...and the kid got LOST.
Like, REALLY lost. Like, the cops and walkers/runners out in force trying to find him, like the husband running through the woods that guys use as their cruising turf, screaming the kid's name at the top of his lungs, like our friends driving around in a cop van trying to find the kid. Like DARK IS FALLING AND OUR SON IS LOST IN THE PARK.
After at least an hour and a half of searching and the panic rising, some other friends called the husband's cell to let him know that the kid was at their house---he'd walked all over the park and finally got to a familiar place and made his way from there to 2 other friends' houses (they weren't home) before he got to the third.
The cops were about to send the choppers out. I do not exaggerate writing that---they actually were.
The kid didn't seem freaked over it, sort of acted like it was an adventure, although a tiring one. He has since had a long, heartfelt talking to and has been drilled on our cell phone numbers and on what to do if he ever gets lost again. The old man was absolutely the most terrified he's ever been in his life last night (duh), and when he got the call from our friends saying the kid was safe, he said he just collapsed on the ground and sobbed.
So.
There you go.
I'm glad I was at work and missed it all---although I tend to get scarily calm and focused during emergencies, this is my baby and the thought/fear of an Adam Walsh type scenario probably would've pushed me past the limits of sanity. As the husband told me the story I felt sick to my stomach and my heart was racing a mile a minute.
Thankfully the kiddo is safe and hopefully there was a lesson learned.
Oh, yeah, and yesterday he brought home the green anole lizard he's been taking care of for a science project at school, only to find that the fucking thing had DIED because he neglected to give it water for two fucking days. Jesus.
Happy Day After Friday the 13th, y'all.