Perhaps they disappeared when my daughter dropped my phone into her cereal bowl. Or when she threw her food on the floor. For the millionth time.
Maybe they hid yesterday, after Emily threw all her crackers on the carpet and walked over them. Repeatedly. Or when she got into the laundry detergent while I was trying to nurse Andrew.
I think they decided to take off when Emily refused to go to bed and sat in her crib crying. Until I couldn't take it anymore. Until I realized she was starving and felt horrible for not figuring it out sooner.
Perhaps they realized my mistake when I decided to read The Hunger Games in order to relax. They could have at least warned me first.
I guess they could have been scared away when Andrew woke up screaming at 1:00 am and Ben told me it was time he cried it out.
I wish they would have shown up when I was still wide awake at 4:30. Company would have been nice.
They probably ran away when Andrew woke up at 6:00. They must have seen my frustration peak when I brought him into bed at 6:30.
I think, though, it really started with the dishes. They surely realized my mistake in not cleaning up immediately following dinner. I guess they recognized my exhaustion and decided against pushing it. There is only so much I can do when I am facing these things alone.
I hope they come back soon. This semester isn't getting any easier.