In addition to every appliance in my house breaking down last week (and my skin breaking out to match), we had an especially fun week because Dane was out of town. And by “fun” I mean exhausting and sometimes terrifying but ultimately fine. He doesn’t travel for work usually, and never for a whole week at once, so I have no only-parent coping skills. And I decided to prepare by not really thinking about it ahead of time. Awesome.

Audrey didn’t nap at all for the first few days, which meant early bedtime, which meant quiet evenings for me. Yay! And then she did nap the rest of the days and was awake and cranky until late o’clock every night. Oh well.

I completely ran out of steam in the last few hours of the last night before he came home, though I suspect that was mostly due to consternation over which flight Dane would come home on, and when it would arrive, and where it would land, and whether there would be any flights at all, given the extreme weather at the airport. One of the possible flights was diverted from San Diego to LA. Let me tell you, we don’t live all that close to the San Diego airport, but it’s way closer than LAX. Especially at midnight. Or at five a.m., depending on how long your flight is delayed. At any rate! He did finally get on a plane, he did end up at the airport he intended, and he did, ultimately, come home.

And then he promptly threw out his back and spent the rest of the weekend lying on the floor making pained noises. Thank goodness for otc pain relievers, I guess.

So now I’m looking forward to a quiet, usual week, with no household catastrophes and no travel. (But with lots and lots of laundry. I’m not caught up from last week yet.) Wish me luck…