Joe left this morning for a business trip and won't be back for 4 days. He comes back early Thursday morning. I hate when he is gone. It doesn't really bother me for him to work late into the night, or even all night, as long as I know he is close by. If I know he is coming home at night, I don't get as streesed. It's not like I can't take care of myself, I was 29 before we got married, and had lived on my own for some time. But now I depend on his strength, his support, his company - and those backrubs after a really stressfull day with the kids. Only 64 more hours. Only 64 more hours.