A week ago, my husband had a great night planned for us. I was excited because he'd been working late and I hadn't seen much of him. He'd got a friend of his to watch our kids on a Friday night. Anyhow, that morning, I said, "We can't go." I didn't know why, but I knew we had to cancel. I didn't know if it was the guy that was going to be watching our kids (he's great by the way, has three of his own and they adore him), or if something was going to happen. I just knew we couldn't go. Anyhow, we called and canceled (finally) about an hour before we were supposed to leave. 2 hours later (so what would have been an hour into our date) our daughter came down with a fever of 110, was inconsolable, and did not sleep at all that night. I'm so glad I was there to take care of her when the illness hit full force. She was fine a few days later, but I'm learning to trust myself more and more.