When the Husband's Away...

the wife should get to play! Of course in a very appropriate, sit on the couch with ice cream and watch chick flicks deep into the night, way. Especially when your husband only travels about twice a year.

So why???? Why tonight??? When I had the kids all ready to be in bed by 7:30 and my shows and my book and ten "words with friends" games waiting for my response all lined up does Blake have to get some weird stomach virus that has filled the past six hours with rampant screaming and crying and jumping around the house as he howls in pain and pukes all over the freshly cleaned carpet? Oh, poor guy. When my guilt that something may really be wrong sets in and I call the overnight nurse line, they tell me I probably should take him to the ER. (Soooo easy to do at 11pm when you have no other adult in the house and three other sleeping kids). But two minutes after that call, Blake falls asleep mid-scream on the kitchen floor next to a puke puddle, leaving me hovering between "should I wake him and take him" or "let a sleeping dog lie..." Oh why? Why? Why? It's going to be a long night...