Saturday, September 11, 2010
Her friend came knocking on the door looking for her. I went into her room to tell her someone was here for her. She wasn't there even though the Jonas Brothers were blaring from her television. I told her friend to go ahead in the backyard because by the art of deduction I assume she was back there.
Shortly later, her friend came back and told me she wasn't there either. It's very unlike my daughter to wonder off so my heart is racing. I go across the street to see if she is playing at one girls house and the friend checks another house. Both of us met back empty handed. I decide to go back into our yard to see if maybe she was hiding from her friend. She wasn't.
At this point I am thinking, I'm going to call my son to see if she went off with him and his friend. In the back of my mind I am debating at what point does someone call the police which, of course, gives me butterflies. You know that feeling you used to get when you were a little kid and you thought you were lost in the grocery store? Yeah, well, it felt like that only like ten times worse. I sure it's because it wasn't the thought of "Oh no, my parents abandoned me.". It was more like, "Oh shit! This is like the begining of an episode of Law & Order: SVU." Let me tell you...NOT a good feeling.
So as I am searching for my cell phone, my daughter's friend happens to look in my bedroom and there's my daughter. That little shit was sitting on my bed in the dark on the computer freaking playing Petville in Facebook!! I wanted to strangle her and hug her all at the same time.
You know I've heard people say that there is nothing like getting the heart racing to remind you that you're alive. Uhhhhh...yeaaaaah...I'm going to stick to roller coaster and horror movies. I think I have had enough excitement for today. I'm going to have a stiff drink now to recuperate.