You know what is scary?
Going into your kids' room at 2am only to find that one of them is MISSING.
I had that fun experience last night. Oliver was fussing so I went in to check on him, and saw that Henry's bed was EMPTY. He wasn't on the floor or under the bed.
He wasn't in my room.
He wasn't in the loft.
He wasn't in the living room, kitchen or garage (Heaven help us.)
He wasn't in the bathroom.
I was trying, at this point, to NOT panic.
But where the h-e-double-hockey-sticks was my kid?
I mean, WHERE?
In my panicked state, I flipped on the light (effectively waking up Oliver) to find Henry and Spencer spooning in Spencer's toddler bed.
My heart rate returned to normal and I moved Henry back to his bed.
And then I went back to bed.