No Nursery for Hudson

So, I was alone with the kids at church again yesterday*, and after sacrament meeting, I just couldn't face taking Hudson to sunday school by myself, he is so wild, so I decided to try Nursery. He is only a couple of weeks shy of the 18 month mark, so I thought I'd get a jump start. He was fine, playing with the toys, so I went to Sunday School. About 45 blissful minutes later, I hear a crying in the hall, and my heart sinks as realize I know who it is. Before the nursery leader can peak in the room, I'm headed out. He is a mess, sobbing, and completely traumatized. He lunges for me and buries his face in my shoulder. The nursery leader apologizes, and says "he just hasn't stopped crying since you left." Talk about guilt. I try to comfort him in the hall for a few minutes, but he is still trembling. I'm not sure what kind of torture they were inflicting on him, but it was pretty bad, apparently. Just then, Dustin comes sneaking up the back steps to our class room, still in his work clothes, just like the threatened-with-his-life husband he is ("if you get home from work before church is out, and you don't come, or come and get Hudson from me, you will be sorry"). Hudson resumes the sobbing as soon as I hand him over to Dustin! The poor guy is just exhausted. Luckily, after he is gone, I am able to go the Relief Society without incedent, but still feeling very guilty. The good part of the day was that Dustin had a delicious dinner, complete with salad and dessert, waiting for Kennedy and me when we got home...Nice! Also, Hudson was sleeping soundly, and promptly forgave me when he woke up. I don't know if I dare try again next week...wait, yes I do..

*ok, now that sounds like Dustin is inactive or something, and he's really not. It's just that for the last 3 or 4 weeks, he has been on a trouble truck, and just happens to get called out right before church every time. Hmmm, sounds fishy...