I can't imagine that I did, but I must have looked wistful as I tugged mittens over my little kid kittens, because she asked if I was going to be okay.
That made me break out in a huge smile because--What!? Are you kidding me?!
But I gave her a big wink and said in my hammiest voice--I'll be ok, I'll find a way to manage.
But just to be sure, I texted Big A who's finishing up his charts at the E.R.:
"Safe to come home. Kids gone."
It's a movie and dive bar kinda night. If.
IF Big A comes home soon.