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I sing in choir for personal enrichment. I like feeling like I am contributing and I am also developing a talent that I would like to have. Last year since church was at 9 it was tough for me to get there early for practice on the days we would sing so I vowed this year I would try to be there early since we have late church now. Today I arrange a ride, then get all the kids ready in their church clothes and then finally put Meg down for a nap so my husband can mainly deal with the three older kids and theoretically be able to just walk out the door when it is time to come.

Enter conflict.

My husband walks into the chapel where I am sitting with two of my children, neither of whom is the baby. The following conversation ensues:

Me: Honey, where is Meg?

Him: She is refusing to come in from the car, the two girls were fighting again.

Me: Not Bridget, Meg. Honey, where is MEGHAN?

Him: [Look of shock] I am so sorry... [runs out the door]

I thought he was joking at first but when the look of shock never left his face I knew it was the real McCoy. He left her at home asleep and then drove off to church. I guess the girls fighting in the car was a major distraction.

I know you are now wondering what happened when he got home, was she okay? Did something fall down into her crib and suffocate her? Did the house catch on fire? Was she crying hysterically and now has major abandonment issues? Did something happen to him on the way home to pick her up and now she is there by herself locked in the house crying? Will I ever forgive myself for going to choir if anything happened?

Because that is what was going through my head.

I stepped out of the meeting and called him when I thought he had gotten home and he described her as "somber but not crying." He did mention a single tear that had fallen on her cheek from perhaps what could have been crying over having been abandoned.