Sweet Guilty Slumbers

I have not allowed myself to sleep in to my fullest capacity in over a week. So yesterday I intended on waking at 5:00 to go running, in order to make the Brunstad Feast. That was a joke. I tunred off my alarm and went back to sleep. Jen woke me up at 8:00 to tell me that they were leaving and I turned over to get out of bed and it was 11:24! I overslept like I have never done before. And of course it was wonderful. Lying in that warm bed, sleeping, dreaming. But that guilt in the back, knowing, knowing that I was not where I was supposed to be, was almost haunting.
And of course when I arrived at the meeting hall, the feast was over. Someone asked me if I had heard any news on Jen and the baby yet. I answered no, quite puzzled. Then I realized that she had gone into labor. While I was slumbering away in sweet wamth, she has commenced labor! How awfully humiliated I felt, and never have I felt that despaired in my whole life. I had to run around and straighten things out. As it turned out, I had the day off and the kids were being taken care of. What a dreadful humiliation that was for me.