Today I went through what has been the most terrifying minutes of my life. I wrote a bit about it here.
You see. We live on a quiet street that ends in a seniors complex where thirty or so retired, with nothing to do but sit outside on lawn chairs, couples live. One of those couples happen to be my in laws.
Every single person in that complex - with two - one on each end of the complex- being actually related by blood to my children, watches out for them, and knows my boys by name.
Thats sixty people.
Right beside my house is another set of relatives, six in all.
In other words, my quiet little street has been very safe for my children. So much so that I gave them - including the baby (3) free reign to go wherever they want ON OUR STREET this summer.
My husband was home from work this afternoon. I had sent Blue Boy and Stuperman out to play. The little girl I baby sit was sleeping. I checked on the boys. They were in the back yard. I fooled around online for about ten minutes and then checked on the kids again.
Safe street or not, I'm paranoid like that. Their bikes were gone, so I came in to grab a smoke and go find them. I wasn't worried.
I had told them NOT to go to Nana's house as I thought my father in law would be napping.
They were not at the in-laws. They were not by the forest.
They were gone. Just. Gone.
The next fifteen- twenty minutes are really a blur. I remember calling for them and crying. I remember thinking they have to be somewhere. That they know not to leave the street. They have NEVER in the past taken so much as one step off it.
We found them. And they were unhurt. I don't know how, but they managed to get across three busy, BUSY roads and were almost to the edge of town.
While I am very thankful they are fine, I still think that they needed to be disciplined. And that dear interwebs is where I encounter a problem. My idea (which my husband backed up 150% by saying it at the same time as me) was to remove their bikes from their possession until spring.
Really, it's not that bad. Daytime highs are 12 lately, so they only have a few more weeks of rideable weather.
I should also mention that even if every one of you side with my mother in law I will be sticking with our no bikes till spring punishment.
You see, my mother in law thinks we are horrible parents for doing this. She thinks they have learned their lesson. That they won't do it again. She is basically likening us to child abusers for punishing them.
Has she ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED??>!! They are going to be lucky to be allowed to play in the back yard unsupervised in the next nine years!
We did not spank them, we did not yell at them. I cried while trying to explain to Blue Boy what he had done wrong. I have NEVER, in my life felt that level of terror. It was as if each step I took, each empty direction i looked in, my heart was being ripped into another piece. These are my BABIES.
How can I explain to my mother in law that we could have lost them? FOREVER lost.
I'm stuck playing the roll of the bad guy.
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