All I have to say.

Now that I've made fun of my husband, I have to toot his horn a bit.

Today was about one of the worst days Ana has had in the history of Ana days. She had a three hour long tantrum. It was strung out over a few activities, and only ended when I plopped her in the car seat to go to the library (for mom's sanity) where she promptly fell asleep.

Ana and I struggled through the rest of the day okay (with the help of McDonalds. But it is Monday night. And Monday nights are my dreaded nights because Dan doesn't come home. He stays in Minneapolis so he can be in St. Paul Tuesday morning for work.

So, I put on a brave face and put Ana to bed around 7:30, wondering what I'd do to pass the time until my own bedtime. I called Dan to see if he had done the shopping he was planning to do.

"No," he said.

"Oh, are you already at mom and dad's?" I asked.

"No," he said again.

"Oh, where are you?" I asked.

"Didn't you get my phone message? I'm in Redwood Falls."

Oh my sweet sweet husband. He decided to come home Monday night to save me from myself. Yes, he'll have to wake at 4am and drive back to St. Paul tomorrow morning, but what a man.

And that's all I have to say about that.