Have you ever had one of those heart-stopping, panic-striken moments when you cannot find your child?
Maybe for a split second in a shopping mall or busy supermarket? But not at home, right?
This afternoon, Lauren was playing in the lounge and I was catching up on a few emails. I popped my head round the door to check she was okay and she was gone.
I looked in the kitchen. The playroom. Upstairs. Surely, I would have heard her go upstairs? The bathroom.
Then that awful, awful panic feeling came over me like a wave. In a split second my mind was racing… I called out but there was no answer.
As I ran back to the lounge to see if she had crept behind the sofas, I spotted this.
A small, but perfectly formed, pink foot poking out from under her blanket.
Oh my goodness, I just aged 20 years. Is it wine-time, yet?
PS. I’m now totally making the most of the quiet time, enjoying a peaceful cup of tea before the final school run of the day. Happy Tuesday, y’all!