My husband Tom, has a job that pays him to travel around the world under stress. He’s got a Platinum Hemorrhoid card, two computers and a crack berry that goes with him even in the bathroom.  When he travels he’s really good about understanding that my job at home - taking care of our family -  is just as important as world peace. So, he’s good about responding to my emails or texting with questions about Mandy’s homework, or compost for the garden, or the death of our hermit crabs.  But, last week, I had a genuine emergency on my hands, and he didn’t call me back for hours. I texted, emailed, left voice mails, and got nothing.  Finally he calls and says, “Marsha, I’m 7 time zones away, and I have been in a marathon-tele-con --- with 4 countries, 2 Presidents, 3 Vice presidents and 5 Air Force Officials….” I interrupted him, “Well, I’m sorry Tom, but our Cat hasn’t pooped in two days.”