At about 7:30, Joe asks me to take him to Andrew's house, but first picking up Ian, and then swinging by Sawyer's. I agree, but tell him that he will be responsible for finding his own way home, since I am still sick, and pretty tired. I won't be staying up til Joe comes home. He agrees.
At ten, the phone rings. "Mom, can you please come get me?"
"No -- you are supposed to find your own way home, or spend the night there."
"I can't! Nick isn't here, and I've been wrestling all evening, and I'm wiped. And Ian needs a ride, too, and I told him you'd take him home."
So guess who got into the car in her pajamas and went and picked up her son and his little friend?