So we finally got there. Kid had the orientation. I took a Zumba class. Husband lifted along with kid after the orientation. The music was loud, I still can't wiggle, but I popped my hip, and that was good. It has been tweaked for a couple days now.
Came home to an escaped convict. Black, furry, answers to "hey dog!"
He got out. Again. ARGH!
I may not be back there till next week. Dog can't be trusted, and I refuse to let him run around crazy. He's almost 100 pounds of lovable slobber. But only our neighbor knows that.