9-6= 3
Bentley is going to give me a heart attack soon and I think my time will be up before his. After all of his crazy ass adventures, he did it once more today though it was arguably my fault this time. Everyday I come home, he's standing on top of the washer in the mud room to greet me with big MEOW MEOWs but not today. I got home a little later than usual and thought maybe he was just taking a nap. Grace was there though. Hmm. Odd. I'll just update my I-Tunes to version 7 and then go see him and let Ellie out of her room.
10 minutes later, No Beebs. Grace is acting really funny though talking up a storm (instead of laying all over my arms and keyboard) and pacing. Then I just had a panic. What if he had gotten out this morning? I'm running all over the house calling his name. Nothing except Grace yelling back at me to shut the hell up. Looked in the other bedrooms, under the beds and in the closets. Nothing. Run outside. Back first then front. Heart rate= 190. Calling him like crazy. Just as I was about to dial Amy, I thought I heard a faint meow. Great, he's under the damn deck again. I run in and grab the flashlight seriously thinking about calling the fire dept. Nothing under the deck but I could hear him better now. Looked in the trees because it sort of seemed like he was above me. Nope. On the roof? I walked all around the house and couldn't see him but noticed I couldn't hear him when I was in the front yard.
What the hell? I recognized his meow but it seemed so faint and distant. He could obviously hear me though and possibly even see me. I actually became naseous. Then he let out a big one and I looked up into the bedroom window from the deck. He had to be inside. Sure enough, he was in the walk in closet. Somehow, even though I'd (very) quickly opened the door, I managed to miss him and probably scared him enough that he didn't meow. Poor guy. Lots of tuna flakes and grooming from Grace should make him forget and eventually my blood pressure will return to normal. I miss the days when they were babies and laid around all day in piles of big blankets. I don't know how my parents dealt with me when I got old enough to get myself in trouble. Constantly.
September 13th, 2006 - 10:31
That’s the pros and cons of being a parent. A parent learns to cope with the problems that arise. Of course, THAT story reminded me of the time when we first moved to Centerville. One morning I remember going to work after sending you off to Tower Heights (Centerville’s Junior High) and then getting a call from the school stating you never showed up. Talk about high BP levels and heart racing! All I could think of was that some maniac or sex pervert had snatched my baby boy. I’m surprised I’m not six feet in the ground!
Well, I rushed home and after calling your name for 15 or more minutes, I called your father home from work and I was about to call the police when I found you huddled in our closet! After much coaxing, I was able to get you out of the closet and I found out that you were afraid to go to school because you had not finished your homework.
Well, I guess it’s payback time! :) KIDS NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY PUT THEIR PARENTS THROUGH!!
Love,
Your dear old mom whose age has finally caught up with her old racing heart:).
September 13th, 2006 - 20:38
Heh, that’s a funny story that I’ll never forget. I distinctly remember the assignment (week 7 Spelling and Vocabulary) and watching you drive up Bethel Rd. before I turned around and walked back home. It was actually a pretty good plan (discussing your departure time, making sure the door was unlocked and making sure I’d have the maximum amount of time before the office would be alerted of my absence) but I failed to think ahead. It was only that day.
Anyway, sorry about that :)
September 14th, 2006 - 03:32
Mom, I am sure glad that you did not have that problem with both of your kids:>) For me the school just did not bother even calling, I skipped so much!! :>)
Love,
Embarrassed daughter and sister.
September 14th, 2006 - 19:26
That’s a cute story about Michael. :) I have an indoor cat that I let out on the deck or back porch only with my supervision on rare occasions. Well one time while BBQ’ing or something I must not have noticed her get out. Not sure how long she as out there but it must have been a while. I ended up hearing her crying outside and found her at the back door. she must have jumped down from the deck which is a rather high jump. Good thing there’s nothing for her to get stuck in or under at my house. I’m always afraid about neighbor cats and/or racoon fights, so I don’t let her out very often.
When I was reading your post I was relieved he didn’t get outside after hearing those stories of him getting into trouble outside. He sounds like a little trouble maker. btw you need to post some updated pics of the kids all I saw was baby pics. They are cute pics though.