We were busy cleaning upstairs but I went downstairs for some random thing and saw the door to the garage open about 4″. Huh?! I looked out and yep, both garage doors were wide open.
INSTANT PANIC.
Almost immediately I saw Bella come running toward me (she must have heard me) and she darted right back in the house. So then it was off to find Charlie—if she was even out. Luckily she was on the porch and didn’t jump or dart and let me grab her.
CRISIS AVERTED.
I went to tell Tom what had happened, thinking maybe he accidentally left the door ajar when he got something out of the garage but he said hadn’t left the door open, so how…?
OWEN.
Before he went to bed (like AN HOUR previously) he had a screaming crying panic attack* when he realized we weren’t downstairs with him (he was on ABCMouse) and he must have opened up the door to the garage looking for us then in his panicked state didn’t shut it.
Holy crap.
He’s going to get a lesson in door closing tomorrow.
* This is worthy of its own post as it’s been happening A LOT lately. Stay tuned.
He’s probably not old enough to remember the last time y’all moved, or anytime half the house got disassembled beforehand, so maybe it’s all freaking him out a little.
Yes, I’m sure that’s part of it.