The Angry Mom

I am just angry.  

Last night, sometime after I kissed My Little Lovebug and made sure he was tucked in, I went to bed.  He had a little cough, so when he woke up a few hours later, I just attributed it to that.  But, then I heard a little horse whiper from his bed, "help mom."  And I darted into his room, only to find him struggling to take off...wait for it...the cord from his binoculars that were wrapped around his neck.  That's correct - at some point between me tucking him in to bed, he must have snuck his binoculars into the bed with him and put them around his neck.  He even had the imprint of the chord around his neck.  

And that made me angry.  

Very angry. 

I guess I thought at a certain point, we'd be beyond that fear of the unthinkable happening to him while he slept.  Way to bring our guard back up.