My husband (28m) and I (29f) are both full-time working professionals, and we have a one year old son. I’ve been working 60-80 hour work weeks for the last month, so my husband has had to help around the house more than usual (dishes, laundry, tidying up, etc). When he brought up a preplanned “guys trip” early last week, I thought it’d be fun for him &amp; encouraged him to go. It’s not the best timing, but I’ve been grateful for his extra help around the house. 

Our son and I are just getting over the flu. I asked him to take our son to the doctor for a follow up after work before he left for his guys trip on Friday (&amp; to ask the pediatrician about mysterious hives he’s been getting). 

He did, and as soon as I got home from work, my husband took off for his trip. I called him around 9pm to let him know I was falling asleep &amp; to text me when he got in since his ETA was 1:00am (it was a 6 hour drive) and he had been up since 4:30am the following morning. 

The next morning, I wake up to a text message saying he was just getting in around 1:05. I texted him “how’s it going” and an hour later, he sends me “it’s good.” I’m dealing with a one year old and a long grocery list at that time, so I don’t feel my phone go off until I’m back home and have put our son down for a nap. I reply letting him know the weird hives are back &amp; my mom (a nurse) is in town visiting us and she’s just as perplexed. The rest of the text is “hope you’re having fun. Love you. Please check in later so I know you’re alive.” 

The day takes a hellish turn for me with nausea, dizzy spells &amp; vomiting. Around 6pm, I haven’t heard anything but I’ve taken enough medicine to pass out at our sons bedtime, so I call him (no answer) and then, text him: “Just calling to check in for the evening. Not doing too well on my end so not sure how long I’ll voluntarily be awake. Spent the last few hours throwing up. 
Very grateful my parents are here. Please reply when you get a minute. Good night babe.”

 I had a rough night and would check my phone periodically—nothing. Finally this morning, at 8am, I send: “Good morning. Haven’t heard from you since “it’s good” yesterday around 10. Not sure if youve tried and I just haven’t gotten anything or you haven’t gotten my texts. 
Please plan on heading out soonish. I’m still not feeling well and dealing with blackouts and vomiting with our 1 year old won’t be ideal.” He also knew before he left that I might have to go into work Sunday.

He told me beforehand this boys trip meant getting drunk and smoking weed 24/7.  While that’s not our current lifestyle at home, I told him I was okay with that (and I am). I just didn’t think I was also acquiescing to him going MIA. 

I’m AITA for texting him and expecting a reply (especially given what he knows is going on at home)? I’m agitated, but I’m trying to also give him the benefit of the doubt that reception is bad wherever he’s at. Do I just need to chill the fuck out &amp; not be butt hurt? Are we both being assholes? I’m just looking for some perspective.