I feel so bad....DS got completely freaked out tonight. Last week, work was insanely busy...like, we had to stay late to get the orders finished, AND we worked on the weekend. Well, now it's completely dead. Last week we were getting 500 orders per hour, this week we're getting like 50. So yesterday I was sent home early, and tonight they had called a bunch of people and told them not to come in, or that they only needed to come in for half their shift. So we get there, and find out the last truck of the night isn't coming. Because of the black friday sales across the country, the postal service can't handle the workload...there aren't enough trucks/drivers. So they weren't sending the 11pm truck. Since it was completely dead anyway, the boss told us at the beginning of the night that we were stopping at 9 instead of 11, because we couldn't send the orders out after 9 anyway, and it wasn't worth trying to find enough work to keep us busy until 11. (We were actually struggling to have enough until 9, and we finished all the orders and had the truck loaded by 10 to 9.) So I called DH at 8 to tell him he could pick us up at 9 (one of my coworker's husband bring's me to work and then my DH picks us up and brings her home). I guess he didn't tell the kids that he was picking me up early, and they went to bed at 8:30...I guess DS couldn't sleep and came out of his room, and thought he was home alone....didn't know where everyone was or when we'd be back. So we got home and he was hysterical. Poor kid!! He was so scared!