The events I’m about to share with you are real.
Parental discretion is advised.
It seemed like a normal day, everything was going according to our standard routine…Mike and I carpooled that day and left the office to go fetch the ch’ren from preschool. We picked up Foster and Alice Wren without incident…gathering the jackets, Easter baskets and other items we were required to take that day. On the way home, traffic was more tolerable than usual and Alice Wren was very vocal, sometimes on the cusp of irritability but we’ve come to love and appreciate that about her. As I embarked across the Isabel Holmes bridge, that’s when everything turned to shit. Traffic came to a stop, Alice Wren started screaming and it suddenly occurred to us that we didn’t have Bunny.
Bunny is Alice Wren’s lovey; her soul mate, her other half, her third arm. It took a relatively short distance from school to the bridge for her to communicate to us that she did not have it. And communicate, she did. “Wah!! Wah!! Wah!!” For those of you who are parents, you know how important the lovey is. Whatever it may be, the special blanket, the Paci, whatever it is that your child attaches themselves to during infancy is absolutely vital. And if you’re not a parent, let me tell you…the moment you forget the lovey is the moment you will lose your mind. There is nothing worse than being at a dead stop on top of a bridge with a grief-stricken two-year old screaming bloody murder in the back seat. When we realized that the traffic situation was due to a wreck at the base of the bridge, we quickly ran through our options and there were only 3 we could come up with: 1) Make an illegal U-turn on the bridge with law enforcement in plain view and go back to school to rescue Bunny; 2) Stay the course in the line of traffic to go all the way home without Bunny and suffer through the night; or 3) Take a right off the bridge in the complete opposite direction from where Bunny is and turn around to go back through the wreck traffic in the direction that we came.
I mentally checked out somewhere between my husband demanding that I quickly make the illegal U-turn and my five-year old exclaiming, “I can’t take it anymore!” and before I knew it, I had taken a right onto 421 headed for the bypass completely abandoning traffic and Bunny. Meanwhile, Mike calls the school, which closes in 13 minutes, advising that we had forsaken Bunny – that we’re on our way to pick it up and for them to leave it outside in case we don’t get there by 6:00. We weren’t going to get there by 6:00, because I was driving the wrong way from where the school was and we still had to go back through the nightmare traffic situation we had just left. “Wah!! Wah!! Wah!!” There is no point in trying to reason with her. A quick u-turn got us in the right direction and after two light rotations, we were back on track. To make things even more interesting, somewhere along the way my gas light came on.
At this point, Foster had immersed himself into the world of video games on my phone and tuned out the screaming, Mike was still trying to reason with the Devil in the back seat and I was giving my “I’m so sorry you just wrecked your car” look to the lady in the bent up van we had just passed moments earlier….and before we knew it, what little amount of gas I still had carried us through and we arrived back at school.
It was after 6:00 but thank the good Lord a few teachers were still there and I ran inside to get the Bunny. I checked Alice’s cubby, no Bunny. I checked her bag, no Bunny. I checked the box of stuffed animals on the chance that someone had made an egregious error and misplaced Bunny…no Bunny. I involved the staff. I put out an APB, Amber Alert and Code Red. WHERE IS THE F’ING BUNNY!!!!
The staff checked the laundry, class rooms, bags…I went outside to make sure Mike had not abandoned the crying child and to let them know that Bunny was missing. Mike had checked the car; I had asked the teacher to call the other two teachers in Alice’s class to inquire about Bunny…my darling toddler was forlorn in her car seat, red-faced and soaked wet with tears. I took her out of her seat and told her very calmly, “We are looking for Bunny. Everything is going to be ok.”
Finally, the teacher came out. She had been on the phone with Alice’s day teacher and that’s when she told us, “Bunny never came to school today.”
WHAT?!
Bunny was at home. We had just spent the last hour of our lives looking for something that was never lost. What we had lost, was our minds.