Well, here I am 10 o'clock at night, and no husband to be found! Jon and Olivia went on a camping trip with another daddy/daughter duo in our ward, and are having the time of their lives right now getting dirty, eating way more junk than mom allows and staying up late. I hope they are having fun, because I know that I am. Am I terrible to love it when I am ALONE? My babies hit the sack, predictably early, and now I have free reign of the house. I am getting ready to go eat a big bowl of ice cream and sit in front of E! News. Is that so hopeless of me? Everyone leaves, and I had high hopes of being productive, but all I want to do is veg..........