So This Is What Happens....

When I don't listen!

Today while I was at work, I kept getting a feeling that I should call my friend who was picking up Mica from pre-school and make sure she knew where to take Mica after school.  I ignored it!  I thought, that is weird, Ted will have told her.  Mica knows where she is supposed to go.  The phone at my office rang at 3:45, the caller ID said it was my house.  I thought, that's weird, there isn't anyone at my house.  So I answered and a man was on the other end of the line.  He said Hello, This is officer Hagler, who am I speaking with?  I replied, This is Carolyn and you are calling from my house!  Why?  He explained that he had Mica with him.  My thought: That's weird, why does he have Mica at my house?  Where are the rest of my kids?  What is going on?!  He went on to tell me that Mica had been dropped off at my house, which just so happened to be empty.  She was at home for about 45 minutes.  She then decided she was scared!  She went to the neighbors house (which I thought was very brave, considering she doesn't know our neighbors) and no one was home.  So she came back home and called 911.  She said that she didn't know what to say so she hung up.  911 called right back.  They sent the police over to check out the house.  Mica was scared and wouldn't give them much information.  They finally found out that she had been dropped off after school.  They called her teacher, who told them how to get a hold of me.  I rushed home.  When I got here, Mica was hiding under her blanket on the couch, tears streaming down her cheeks.  My heart which had been pumped so full of adrenaline that I was shacking, broke.  My poor girl.  I swooped her up and held her.  After the police had told Mica, good job for calling 911, they left.  I just held her for a while.  She was still scared and didn't want to talk about what had happened.  So I gave her some time to just sit with me.  It was then that I thought...So this is what happens when I don't listen!  It just so happened that my friend who normally takes Mica to and from preschool had her husband take the kids that day.  He picked her up from my house.  Ted didn't tell him or Mica that she needed to be dropped off at her grandma's at not at our house.  So to save Mica from being frightened, Me from being scared silly and the policemen from having to see the piles of laundry left unfolded on my couch...I better learn to LISTEN!