Because after a 20 minute (slight) freak out where I went back upstairs and turned on all the lights to make sure I wasn't missing him under a lump of covers and went outside and looked in the car in case he is like his dad and sometimes falls asleep late at night in the seconds after he turns off the car before he opens the car door and left a message for him to call me because this wasn't cool at all, after all of that, I took a deep breath and thought where on earth could 4 teenage boys be at 7:30 in the morning on a day they can all sleep in?
If they aren't sleeping upstairs, where else could they be sleeping?
And just like that I remembered they had told me the night before that they were going to camp out in the trailer. I knocked on the trailer door and heard sleepy mumbling.
Whew. Not lost. Just forgot where he was.
I told him to ignore all 7 texts, 3 missed calls, and one voicemail. Every Mom gets to have a freak out or two, and this was one of mine!