We were all ready with our costumes, excited for the fun and parties when at 3pm I got a phone call from my mother in law, my husband's brother in law had passed away unexpectedly, leaving his youngest sister a widow at 33 with 3 children. Our plans changed from a Boo Bash to trying to book my husband a flight, getting him packed and on his way. He was out the door by 9pm. I settled in to bed at 11pm with the dog, for what I thought would be a restful (much needed) night. Midnight, the first son come home, wakes me up, doze off, 1 am the second son come home, wake up again. 2 am the dog strategically places her butt next to my head and farts a million times, wake up and I almost choke. 3 am the dog needs to go out to potty, wake up and open the door to the yard, 30 min later let her back in. 4:30 am the third son comes home, it was obvious he took advantage that he was not the designated driver, because it took him 15 minutes to get the key to open the door. Very noisy, farting dog woke up, barks in my ear like crazy. 8:30 am my Mom calls to get my husband's flight info and to find out where the mass will be held. I have no idea, doze off again. 9:30 I wake up and call my Mom-in-law, get the funeral arraignment information, call my Mom back and let her know. By now everyone has heard of the tragedy and stats calling the house to find out what happened, etc, looking for my husband. I am still in my PJ's at 2pm, yet have gotten no sleep and tonight my youngest is going to his very first Homecoming Dance, so I have to go buy him drees pants, and then chauffeur him to the dance from 8:30 to 12:30 tonight. No rest for the weary!