I had a moment over the weekend where I felt like I was in a vortex. One where I had no idea where my Bubba was. She was playing in her bedroom – putting her baby to bed. Someone came to our front door. A neighbour who just wanted to let me know they were having a party that night.

I returned to the kitchen and after a minute or two called out to Love Bug. And was greeted with silence. Deafening silence. I went to her room but she wasn’t there. Nor was she in my room, or the living area. She wasn’t under my feet in the kitchen. Or with the dogs. I checked again. Everywhere. Twice.

At that moment so many thoughts went through my brain, including that someone had taken my Bubba somehow while my neighbour distracted me {yeah, I know I’m a little bit crazy, but so is this world some days}.

Pure panic was replaced with sheer relief when – as I went to her room for the third time I heard a little giggle escaping.

From the wardrobe.

I flung the door aside and there she was, crouching under her clothes giggling in delight.

I hiding mumma!

Thank dogness for that. My pulse finally returned to normal about an hour later, and today I captured it on film. The giggle is infectious. You have been warned!