escape artist

If you may recall I posted just a few days ago about my youngest handful who disappeared from her room in the wee hours only to later be found asleep behind the couch. Well, she is at it again and this time I was not there to be blamed. Though I would like to think I would have been a bit better, yet I am sure that is not so true.
Today the first day of summer break for my children and a house full of friends (7 kids in all), I awoke to the harsh buzzing of my husband's alarm clock. I rarely use the alarm as most of the time I either wake up on my own, courtesy of him leaving for work, or thanks to my offspring. When it first went off I lay aware but unable to move. It was after all MUCH earlier than normal, 4:45am. Once the fog lifted I gently nudged hubby to shut it off and rolled over. In a dramatic exit from the bed I stumbled a bit, bumping my knee and twisting my ankle but making it to the bathroom barely disturbing the man whom I am married slumber. Showering in the dark because bright light is no friend of mine I attempted to stir sleepy stiff muscles. Once ready to take on the day I completing the very simple preparation for work, donning my clothes and brushing my too wet hair to style. Thank goodness this is a job I can wear casual clothes, even a hat if I so choose.
The electric flickered off for a few moments, grateful this happened AFTER the alarm had gone off and the curling iron was hot. Sweet overtired baby girl could be heard crying from the transition of no white noise back to white noise. A loud whisper was spoken to remind hubby that he was now on duty then a swift style of my bangs and application of makeup and I was off. There was no desire to be present when he returned to the bed accompanied. Momma is all she ever really wants, well besides G when he has candy and G-ma when she is doing anything with the horses.
Serenity is the best word for driving at that hour. The road is peaceful, the sky is brightening and I am renewed by the presence of God everywhere. Part of my drive is quiet, then part is filled with the sounds of music which speaks to the depths of my soul. Today I am prepared to make a difference in the lives of someone on what may be their worst day. Hopefully, none of those calls will come in but I feel equipped.
Getting reacquainted with the members of the shift we make small talk etc. Then I receive a hilarious phone call at 7:10am. It is my mother on the line and she notifies me of Ms. Evangelene the queen's arrival to her home unbeknowst to dear hubby. In fact she informed mom that he was "in his bed", and the "kids" were watching tv. I love his ability to "sleep" while the kids are awake, yet I know I have not been in the room with them at all times myself. Course, she would have spied me out if I were there.
Needless to say I recommended letting her be till he came looking for her about 20ish minutes later. The primary question for all was how did she get out of the house? She is too short to reach the garage door opener and one would hope he would have heard that ruckus. Keep reading to find out the answer to this puzzling question...
Later today the cell phone rang again from my mother. Apparently, she received a text asking if #4 was at her house at 1pm. She in fact was not, and a short time later was informed she was found. She responded to him, "I guess she is a hand full eh?!" LOL
Before I giveaway the million dollar question, and to keep you dear reader hanging on a moment longer let me ask another question. Will patient, stretched in patience and child rearing hubby tell me about the second mishap? Only time will answer that. Back to the previous post, you may remember I had mentioned my original concern about her leaving to visit the ducks when I couldn't find her sleeping. Well, that is exactly how she left this am, through the downstairs door. It has a dead bolt but both she is capable of opening. Heck she has locked me in the garage a time or two playing with it upstairs. I guess the only way to rectify that problem would be to add another lock. In turn that is a challenge as #1 is the main duck caretaker and needs to be able to exit the door himself also. I am CERTAIN #4 can pay close attention and achieve success if #1 can demonstrate unknowingly the new lock.
Hmmm, and to think I was worried about her going to sleep with her sister in the middle of the night. Boy, I missed the boat on this!