Was He Breathing?

I am so glad that the lazy days of summer are here!! We are fortunate that my friend Jamie (of the tornado warning post fame) and her husband have a place on the lake and we spend most weekends there. It is about 35 minutes from our house.

Now that Cameron drives, I don't really like to be away from home overnight because 1) he might have an accident or hit someone on a motorcycle and 2) he may have a party at the house while I am away! Now Seth, is home and is really good about "police-ing" the place, but still....I worry!

So last weekend we went up to the lake, Cameron worked until 9:00 (he is a lifeguard) then he and two of his friends came up to the lake too! They sat around on the big screened in porch with us laughing and having a good time.

We went to bed and they all slept out there on various and asundry couches, papasan chairs and the like. The next morning Steve got up early to go fishing and I said "check on Cameron". So he trots out on the porch and is gone a few minutes, comes back in and says, "he is asleep in his car."

Cammie Pie has an SUV so he had put the seats down and apparently sacked out in there.

Me: Was he breathing?
Steve: What?
Me: Was he breathing?
Steve: I assume he was breathing.
Me: Did you stand there and watch him until you saw him breath?
Steve: Uh, no.
Me: Good grief!

So, up I hop, trot out to his car, look in, stand there until I see his chest rise and fall and then I go back in, stopping on the porch to make sure Brandon and Dakota were breathing too.

Me: He is breathing.
Steve: Good.
Me: They were all breathing.
Steve: Good to know....I'm goin' fishin'

I am crazy freaky about that. Everyday before I leave for work, Seth and Cam are still asleep and I walk down the hall, open their bedroom doors, make sure they are breathing, then I can go to work. I do NOT know where this comes from. Motherhood? Those deep internal maternal instincts?

My friends don't do this. I do though, everyday...

Have a great day!