Tequila, Love Husband

Have you ever had a night (or day) where, when you come home, you can't stop thinking about all the events that happened.  I had one of those nights.  It was a very long, intense, 12 hours in the NICU.
NICU stands for Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, where the most fragile sickest infants come to, in the hospital.  I had a a very sick little peanut that night.  I got home late, 8:30 am, I had to be back to work at 7pm that same day. Eleven hours was all I had to sleep, eat and regenerate.
I changed into my jammies, washed my face, kissed my husband good morning and good night, made the bed, so I can get back into a nice orderly bed. That's a nurse thing, the analnicity of it all  (a word that I made up, explaining why a nurse needs to have things in a certain order.) got into bed and promptly thought about everything that went on that last night.  Ughhhh I couldn't turn off my brain. Why??? I need these precious hours of sleep. I started to cry, I was so tired. My husband heard me and came upstairs to check on me.

"Whats wrong?" he asked gently. Always approach a tired crying nurse slowly, with care.

"I can't sleeeep" I wailed. "I need to sleep."

He promptly turned around and went back downstairs. I heard him rumbling around in the kitchen for a few minutes. Then he came back upstairs holding a tray and on it was a piece of toast and a shot glass full of tequila.  "Eat this, then drink this, and then you will have no problem going to sleep."

Did I forget to mention that I love this man.

"Tequila, Love Husband"