Before I go into detail, I understand that some people's lifestyles involve frequently going out...or not frequently going out, but making it count when they do. OURS, however, involves being in bed early, and when we do go out-weddings, etc., we're usually home by 10. He always whines about being old and tired. We talked a while back about 'permission' to go out-I had said I don't care if he does on occasion, but I wouldn't want him to be out at crazy times like 2. He seemed thrilled with that and mentioned he wouldn't need to be out that late anyway. Fast forward a couple years. He goes to a poker/superbowl party last night (a work night, mind you) in Rockfard...we live close to Princeton. He came home at 2:45!!! And, he was the one that DROVE, so he had control of when he'd be home. I can't sleep when I'm waiting for him to come home-it's not that I don't try, but I can't fall asleep. Of course I drug all day today, exhausted. How would you all have reacted?