In which my son is the death of me...
*Needs TEA DAMMIT!*
My kids are dependable, responsible, intelligent, etc. In short, they are awesome and I thank my lucky stars daily that they are not into drugs or getting into the kind of trouble that you always hear about.
Which is why when my son did not come home from school today I was quite obviously worried...
I figured that he probably went to the library straight from school like his sister did, as it's on the way home and tonight is Anime Night. I usually pack sandwiches and meet both kids there before she goes to the youth center. However, I bumped into her first on her way there, and she said that he wasn't at the library. I walked to the library and let the security guard know to send him home if he sees him, and continued on to the school, which was being locked up by the janitor as I arrived. No Aidan.
Okay, cue panic attack; this town is pretty small, and there is nothing else to do. He doesn't usually go anywhere but the library or home after school. So I walked back, hoping maybe I had missed him, which was improbable as it's just one long, straight shot home from the school and library. When I got there, I said, "Please tell me Aidan is home with you..." to which he threw on his coat and shoes and we rushed out the door. I tried not to imagine the worst case scenarios. We called the hospital just in case he had broken his ankle or something and was being treated, and let the office know that we were searching for him.
At this point, he'd been missing three and a half hours.
Retracing our steps, we finally ran into him about a block from the library. Apparently, he'd gone to a friend's house to help with a school project and forgot to call us, but his friend's older sister was kind enough to walk back with him as she figured we were probably freaking out by then.
*tries to take deep, calming breaths...*
My kids are dependable, responsible, intelligent, etc. In short, they are awesome and I thank my lucky stars daily that they are not into drugs or getting into the kind of trouble that you always hear about.
Which is why when my son did not come home from school today I was quite obviously worried...
I figured that he probably went to the library straight from school like his sister did, as it's on the way home and tonight is Anime Night. I usually pack sandwiches and meet both kids there before she goes to the youth center. However, I bumped into her first on her way there, and she said that he wasn't at the library. I walked to the library and let the security guard know to send him home if he sees him, and continued on to the school, which was being locked up by the janitor as I arrived. No Aidan.
Okay, cue panic attack; this town is pretty small, and there is nothing else to do. He doesn't usually go anywhere but the library or home after school. So I walked back, hoping maybe I had missed him, which was improbable as it's just one long, straight shot home from the school and library. When I got there, I said, "Please tell me Aidan is home with you..." to which he threw on his coat and shoes and we rushed out the door. I tried not to imagine the worst case scenarios. We called the hospital just in case he had broken his ankle or something and was being treated, and let the office know that we were searching for him.
At this point, he'd been missing three and a half hours.
Retracing our steps, we finally ran into him about a block from the library. Apparently, he'd gone to a friend's house to help with a school project and forgot to call us, but his friend's older sister was kind enough to walk back with him as she figured we were probably freaking out by then.
*tries to take deep, calming breaths...*