I flew in Sunday night and got home around 10:00 pm. I was at work by 8:30 the next morning. DH and the girls drove in Monday and got home about 5:00 pm. Because the fence had blown over, we had to figure out what to do with Bob until we can repair the fence next weekend. So we went and bought a giant dog kennel and were outside until 11:00 pm assembling it. Meanwhile the house is a disaster from unpacking everything.
Tonight I get home about 8:00 pm. DH then realizes that 1) he has a nail in his tire; and 2) he is missing two lug nuts; which leads to 3) one of the lug bolts is sheared off and must be completely replaced. DH's blue collar roots compel him to attempt all car repairs himself. But I convinced him that given this issue's intimate connection with the brake system that it was perhaps better suited for a professional. And he couldn't get the sheared bolt out.
Oh, and my suburban has a spare tire on right now, because we noticed a nail in it right before we were heading home from vacation , so that vehicle needs a tire repair, too.
And Bob the Superdog managed to escape from the kennel that we built last night, so DH had to try to fix that while waiting for me to get home.
Sometimes I feel like I am living in a sitcom.