Yesterday afternoon, I decided to lie on the couch for a bit and accidentally dozed off. When I woke up, Michaela was nowhere to be found. I was terrified, especially when I noticed the door to the condo slightly ajar. I ran through the house screaming her name and then into the halls. I was about to call the police when one of my neighbors came running down the stairs and said, "Mary! It's okay, she's upstairs with Amber." Come to find out, Michaela had gone upstairs and told my friend Shannon that her mommy said it was okay for her to go over their house. Shannon thought it sounded fishy and asked her again if I knew. Michaela lied and said yes. Shannon didn't believe her and came downstairs to check and heard me screaming Michaela's name. I went upstairs to get Michaela - she knew what she had done was very wrong and ran past me, headed downstairs, and went in her bedroom.
This shook me up terribly, I wasn't even sure how to handle it. I blamed myself for dozing off, you can't doze off with a high energy child. She's a good girl but impulsive, still, I was surprised that she had done this. She knows better.
Today, I started on a round of Prednisolone. I would rather not take this but after what happened yesterday I feel that I have no choice. I probably wouldn't have dozed off if I had been feeling better.