I could hardly sleep that night my mind wouldn't let me rest. And maybe that's what saved me from my wife's wrath the next morning.

Instead of reaming my ass for leaving her high and dry over the breakfast table, she picked up on the fact that something was bothering me.

She reached over and squeezed my hand but instead of giving word to her thoughts just gave me a questioning look.

I shook my head and indicated the kids who were trying to out talk each other. ...