My son has made it home safely from London! He had a pretty good time. It was marred somewhat from the flights home--he got delayed out of Heathrow, and customs in Charlotte was a nightmare. Between the two, he missed his flight home (supposed to arrive at 7:11pm). Then the replacement flight was late, needed a plane change, and a gate change, etc. I picked him up at the airport after 1am this morning.
Don't even get me started on what I had to do all weekend as a single parent while DH was off camping with the Boy Scouts. Note: OUR Scout wasn't on the camping trip, he was being schlepped around to a strings recital, dance rehearsals, and an informational meeting on his upcoming trip to France. Meanwhile, DD20 was teaching dance, picking strawberries, and has been designated the king in Sleeping Beauty. She brought home a costume for me to alter--it was designed for a large man, and I have to make it look realistic on a 5'7", 120 pound woman.
DH is getting it with both barrels when he gets home.