ND wakes us up every morning at 4am, crying and insisting that it is "wake up time" despite our best efforts to convince her otherwise.
So, this morning, I woke up, startled, at FIVE am, realizing that ND hadn't started crying at 4am. While pondering this in the morning quiet, I heard a voice in the kitchen.
Me: Joe! Wake up! There's someone in our house!
Joe: Shh. Go back to sleep. (He rolled over and promptly went back to sleep).
Abandoned by my husband and left to fend for myself and our two children, I tiptoed out into the hallway to peek into Sam and ND's rooms. Sam was still sleeping in his bed...
...BUT ND'S CRIB WAS EMPTY!!
I was pretty sure someone had snatched her and was in the process of whisking her to a get-away car. My heart was pounding when I heard the fridge door open. The kidnappers were still in the kitchen!!
I crept to the kitchen to rescue my baby and came face to face with...
Lala: Oh, morning, Juni. You kept whining about how tired you were since ND was waking you up so early, so I came over this morning to get her up, so you and Joe could get some sleep.
Lala: And, I brought you coffee, too.
Me: Oh. Oh, thanks.
I'm not sure if the moral of this story is to
always give your mom a key to your house or to
never give your mom a key to your house.