The good news is my daughter is safe. The bad news is that she's now in serious danger of sustaining bodily harm at my hands. My lovely child was supposed to be home at 10pm tonight. I was at a friend's house and didn't get home until around 11. When I realized that she hadn't made it home and we started calling her cell phone, it went straight to voice mail. So, we started calling all of her friends and trying to track her down based on who she was with the last time we knew where she was. Of course, she was no longer with those friends and nobody seemed to know where she was. At about 11:30, my husband started driving around hoping to see kids wandering around who might know where to find her. Meanwhile, I was back at home imagining all the horrible things that could have happened to her. Surely, she would have let us know she was safe if she was ABLE to, right? After enlisting the help of my older daughters, my oldest daughter's boyfriend and a couple of my missing daughter's friends, we finally found her at nearly 1am. 1 AM! ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME? She had a really reasonable explanation, though: she just didn't think about it. Wow. Right now I am rethinking my post from earlier this month where I said I was grateful for motherhood. Tonight, not so much. Ask me again in a few days . . . or when my kids have all moved away from home. :)
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