During the summer as a kid, I remember getting up, leaving the house and running around the neighborhood for the rest of the day. Only returning home when hearing your name being called because it was time to eat. Now as a parent, if I haven't seen my kids in the last 10 minutes while they are outside, I start to get nervous.
Of all of the things that run through your mind as a parent I still wasn't expecting this call: "I'm leaving to get the kids because there has been a bomb threat at daycare." I was so shocked I didn't even know how to react. All I knew is that I no longer wanted to be at work and I just wanted to be with the girls.