Last night I stayed home with oldest 2 kids while H drove S11 and his buddies down the hill to THE neighborhood that everyone trick-or-treats in. H ended up staying and socializing with his friends while I watched a movie and helped D13 prepare for her friends who were coming later to spend the night. H came home in a huggy mood but unfortunately he had to go to bed early because he has to work early this a.m., and I had to stay up to get the dozen kids spending the night here settled down. Later, when I came to bed, H told me something sweet about how much he loves me. Then I fell asleep and had this horribly realistic nightmare in which my H was moving out and saying it was over for sure. In the middle of it, I remembered what he had said to me before I fell asleep and said to myself - "hey, this isn't right - he just said XYZ - OH - it's a dream!!!!"
