The hubby took this holiday week off of work to stay home with Allie by himself. (I don’t have enough seniority at work to get high-demand days off.) I was nervous because on weekends and holidays when we’re both at home together, he usually isn’t aware of what time it is so he’s always surprised (and dismayed) when I say that we have to head home because Allie’s late for her nap or for lunch or whatever. I’d joked that I hoped Allie doesn’t miss all her meals and her naps this week, but Mr. W knew I was at least half-serious. Monday, Christmas Eve, was his first full day alone with her (he’d had half-days when Jayne would still come by at some point). The day went perfectly. He’d even had his friend over much of the day to do computer stuff, and even then, Allie had all her meals and naps on time. Today is the second day they’re home alone together.

I got this email from Mr. W at about 8:30am, with the subject line “Allie and I are fine,” and the content of the email:

We just went on a little bike ride. We love you. Come home early.

I thought, “That’s nice,” and then I got to the attachment:

I’m not sure how to respond.