Abs was in the basement playing.
It got quiet, very quiet. Em was doing homework and Junior was playing nicely at the kitchen table.
I was enjoying the peace.
Then I noticed how long it had been quiet. I knew Abs was up to something.
I tore downstairs to the basement to search and there was no Abs anywhere.
I ran to her room and no Abs. I yelled for Em, and we took off searching the house. We covered the basement again and turned off the lights. We covered the house. We went outside.
We searched her normal hiding places. Panic set in.
We kept searching.
More panic ensued and we were all frantically searching for her.
I went in my bathroom, which is above the TA50 corner of the basement. I hear a muffled tiny voice through the vent yelling for help. I scream for Em to grab the phone, because I envision the 20,000 pounds of TA50 on top of my Abs.
We rush down there and still can't find her. We start searching and then Em hears a noise from........
A tiny suitcase.
The girl had zipped herself into a little suitcase to see if she could fit and had gotten stuck.
This is my life.
Gunner's flight got moved and he will miss the triathlon. They told him he would be back, and we are now out the money. I'm pissed. No, I am beyond pissed. I hate the Army.
Junior's last day at his school is on Friday. Don't get me started on that.
I really, really, really, want to runaway, far, far, far away.