~a scary moment~

The picture above has nothing to do with anything!  We took the kids to a park here in Bossier City and there was a herd of cows right on the other side of the fence.  Made me feel like I was back in Oklahoma, I love the country!

 This picture of my girls has nothing to do with the story either, but it is, however, about them!  We moved into a motel Thursday after a few hours of driving.  There are six of us, therefor we carry 6 suitcases.  We had one trash bag full of dirty laundry.  We decided rather than carry up to the second floor six suitcases for one night we would take up the dirty laundry and wash it in the washer and dryer that was right across the hall from our room.  It was a great idea, until, I went to the front desk to get quarters for the machines.  "The dryer takes about 3 hours to get a load dry." a customer told me.  So the clerk at the front desk told me to use the one on the third or fourth floor.  So I went back to the room to get my sack of laundry and detergent.  Of course, Felicity was begging to be held,  I picked her up to take with me.  Then these two giggly girls came bouncing over to me too, begging to go.  What would it hurt, right?!?  So off the four of us went.  We got on the elevator and headed for the next floor up.  After walking from one end to the other carrying the bag of laundry, the soap and the baby we decided to head to the fourth floor and see if there was a washer/dryer up there.  Moving a bit more slow by this time, we went from end to end and still no machines, we decided the clerk at the front desk must not have worked there long and did not know there were no machines on these upper 2 floors. So, we headed toward the elevator.  The girls were moving at a much quicker pace than I, being that I had the full bag of laundry the soap and the baby!  "The door is already open!", they said as they giggled and bounced on in.  I quickly ran toward them afraid of what might happen.  Sure enough it closed before I got to it, I started pushing the button over and again.  I heard it ding and knew it had left, all I could do was pray that they would stay on the elevator.  The elevator returned to me empty! That is when my panic mode begin to set in, I had no idea what floor they stepped off onto.  I pushed '2' hoping they remembered that was the floor we were on.  It seemed like it took for ever for the elevator to get from 4 to 2.  Before the door even opened, I heard the cries of my sweet girls.  They were so frightened... especially my little Hannah, she was hysterical, screaming on the top of her lungs for me and tears pouring from her precious big brown eyes.  We sat there in the hallway floor and hugged for a good time, then we had a serious talk, one that we should have already had.  I take for granted my kids knowing things, this made me realize I need to talk to them more and prepare them for situations that might come up.