This Is Why I Drink...Or Atleast At Airports

I had a crazy, busy, exhausting week. 

Here's the DL:

On Sunday night I dropped Eric off at the Airport

Monday:

 kept Wyatt and Carson

packed

hosted play group

 flew to Charlotte

 waited in Charlotte (plane was delayed due to maintenance on a prior flight)

Got to Columbus

Tuesday-Wednsday:

checked out our new town

looked at houses

got lost...a LOT

Thursday:

went to the Columbus airport

waited (plane was delayed due to maintenance on a prior flight)

Landed in Charlotte

Hauled ass to my connecting flight (all the way across the airport)

Made it to my gate with 2 minutes left

waited (plane delayed due to maintenance on a prior flight)

waited some more

flight was cancelled

waited on a bus

drank at a bar by myself

rode on a bus back to Florence

Friday:

woke up

ran around town trying to find train birthday party supplies

4 stores...

only Walmart had train whistles- go figure

made cupcake toppers

iced cupcakes

iced smash cake

picked up baloons

made it to the party

 went to Florence After Five

drank

picked Eric up from the airport

Yes, it was a crazy, busy, exhausting week.

Good news though- Eric put an offer on a house and it was accepted!

Woo Hoo!

This is it. Small little farmish house. I think it needs shutters and a window box. Paint in the future. 

What would you change?