Terror in the Mornings

G wakes up every morning scared. Unless she sees me or Beckie, she has a little panic. And even when she sees me, she usually has a little panic. I suppose this is normal for kids her age. I wake up panicked, but its cause I am either facing another day at work or a crack’o’dawn ride…I digress. It just gets old how she remembers where I put the chocolate milk mix and will scale chairs and counters to get to it, but can’t remember that a) Mommy is at work every morning, and b) NOTHING IS WRONG!

I had a 9:30 meeting, 2 bikes to load, and it was 8am when I got in the shower. She was still zzzzzzzzzzz so I figured I’d take 5 minutes and get the bikes loaded without dealing with G rummaging around in the garage or the street or with my bike tools. 4.5 minutes later, I hear wailing from in the house. Then I come in to find wet footprints on the floor, wet undies on the ground, and a puddle of pee in the general vicinity of the potty. Irresponsible parenting? Possibly. But again I need to ask how normally she is able to sneak off to the bathroom and back without me hardly noticing except by later finding in her potty a well placed turd sitting in a bouillabaisse of baby-pee topped off with a tidy dollop of TP, but goes into complete brain-lock when i’m just outside?