I lost Isaiah this morning. I mean really lost him. I was on the side of the house loading up the trash can with some random junk that was stacked up when he took off after the cat. I knew getting a pet was a bad idea. The problem was, I didn’t think he would leave the cul-de-sac. I looked all over the backyard. Then all over the house. Micah and I checked every closet in the house, every bush in the backyard and the cul-de-sac. No Isaiah.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized he wasn’t within the cul-de-sac. I called Mark to let him know, my dad to come help search. I had Micah hop on his bike while I pulled mine down from the hook in the garage. The tires were totally flat. I dug Mark’s bike out of the corner–he has a broken pedal. I figured it would have to do. Micah and I got to the end of the cul-de-sac when I ran into a lady and two kids. She said that another lady had found him (she called him the boy with the red shorts) and that lady had taken him to Northridge Elementary–about a block and a half from the house.
We ditched the bikes and jumped in the car. He was hanging out with the ladies in the front office. I was mad and happy to see him at the same time. He gave me the biggest hug ever. The lady who found him said that she saw him walking down the street with our cat. I was so grateful.
As I returned to the house my dad was there, my father-in-law was there, and my next-door neighbor pulled in. I guess Mark had started calling people. I called Mark and he said that he had to call a bunch of people and tell them not to come over. I’m still not so sure how many people he called.
We were all out talking and a police officer pulled up. We waved her into the cul-de-sac. Northridge told me that they had called the police just before I arrived. She questioned me forever. I had to let her know how long he was gone before I noticed (Maybe a minute? That little turd bucket is quick). She asked me how he escaped (I couldn’t see around the gigantic tree on the side of the house). She asked me the story of what happened about 50 times. I finally asked if she wanted to come in. I figured we might as well sip some iced tea while talking. She told me that she wasn’t worried about me, but once had a 5 and 3 year old walk from the middle of Lone Tree to Walmart (about 2 miles). She said that she had to be sure. I told her that this was the second time the police had stopped by (remember the blog about Isaiah dialing 911), but first time it was for a real reason. Once I told her that my oldest is almost 10, she lightened up a bit. Apparently losing a kid once in 10 years isn’t so bad.
After the police lady left I stood in the cul-de-sac for a few moments. I really need a day job. Then I could at least get paid for dealing with so much stress…