Little miss lovely

Ah, Friday. My dear husband will be home tonight and balance will once again be regained in our house.

But this week was very different than the times I've spent single-parenting it in the past. Well, in some ways it was different.

It was still way too hectic for me and I never did cook a proper meal ... but I did cook — assuming that you count heating up canned soup and making macaroni and cheese as cooking. I never got organized enough to get meals and work and lessons and band practice properly scheduled, so I always felt like I was just barely making it.

But we did make it. And the best part was that I didn't scream at Margaret in the morning nearly as much as I usually do when I'm the one solely responsible for getting her out the door.

I was even able to keep my standing date with Tracee-Trace for our weekly Survivor night.

We are total dorks when it comes to Survivor — really, we've even started our own little game where we try to guess which tribe will win challenges, who gets voted off and what color Jeff Probst's shirt will be. The winner gets to keep the home-made immunity idol for the week. So far Tracee is kicking my ass but good ... and I thought I was a good guesser — yeah, not so much.

But the best part of last night's Survivor night was getting to hang with Tracee's uber-adorable, 1-1/2-year-old nephew, Carter.

Margaret read him books until he was distracted by our goofy, skinny dog.
Then they horsed around with some of Mar's toys, plastic cups and a pasta strainer ... just another crazy night at the McCracken house.

(Oh, I had to resort to taking this picture with my cell phone. I can't believe how many times I missed my camera this week ... oh and my husband, too, of course.)