What am I?

DH just came back last night from a week-long fishing trip in Canada. The boys and I were on our own and did quite well if I do say so myself. We went for 3 mile long walks everyday, they got new raw marrow bones and a couple of trips to DQ for vanilla cones. Now who can complain with a set-up like that? I mean really. 

DH got home last night and the boys acted like they hadn't seen him in a hundred million billion years. They smothered him in kisses and cuddles and loves. 

All of a sudden I ceased to exist. 

Traitors.