The Worst Trip Ever

Everyone has trips where things go wrong. In fact, I think there's hardly a trip that happens without something changing unexpectedly. However, the trip we took to Seattle last week to find apartments just happened to have everything go wrong, all together. I think it was only held on with the strings it was by prayer. Here is our big, long story:
Monday- Our flight leaves at 11:00am. We get to the airport at 9am, having spent the entire night before packing, printing out apartments to see, and scrubbing our house so it wouldn't be full of ants when we got back. We managed to leave with a spotless house, everything we needed, and even on time.
However, at the ticket desk, we discovered that Steve's driver's license had expired. A week ago. We didn't have time to go get a new one and be back. So we asked about other flights. None until 9:30 that night. We asked if we should book then, but were told to come back at 6:30 as the tickets would be cheaper to change to, and "the flight was wide open." We called Steve's brother to get us and went back home.
6:30 found us back at the airport, this time being told that the flight was overbooked, and we would not be able to leave that night. So Steve took our luggage and Adam to a corner and started calling everyone we knew to get on the 'net and find us a flight. I did what any pregnant girl would do: I cried. There were no other flight on any other airlines.
Suddenly, the ticket agent runs over and says he got us 2 seats on the flight at 9:30! We were overjoyed, and spent the next few hours trying to get Adam to sleep. No luck. He went to sleep on the plane, got woken up, and screamed for the last 10 minutes.
We finally got to our hotel about 3am their time with a hysterical baby. He was sleep deprived for pretty much the whole trip.
Each day found us looking at places, calling about places, and heading home before we wanted to because I was sick. Adam also got sick... all over the new carpet of our friends' apartment. We only got to see half the places on our list. We did, however, get to have dinner with our cousins and our friends. And that was wonderful.
Friday, our flight left at noon. Or so we thought. The internet wasn't working at the hotel, so we headed to the airport on the last information we remembered. We turned in our car, checked in at 10:30, and our flight had left at 10:10. Apparently it got changed with the whole Monday fiasco. And of course, there were no other flights with seats left until 5:30 that night. Which was fabulous, since the only thing I messed up packing was diapers for Adam. We had three for the entire day, and one was already full. So we spent the day in the airport, spending waaay too much money on ridiculous food (at least milk was cheap) and seeking sweet relief at the children's play center, which was perfect for Adam, but literally at the opposite end of the terminals from our gate. We used our last diaper right before we went to the gate to board.
And, naturally, our flight was delayed half an hour.
When we got to SLC, so ready for this trip to be over, we realized there was no luggage circling the rack that was labeled with our plane. Our carseat was there, but nothing more. We waited 45 minutes with two other people from our plane before Steve finally found out that they had run our luggage when the plane was supposed to arrive as opposed to when it did. So it was all in Lost and Found. You'd think they could have posted a sign after the other 50 passengers went through that, but no. My brother took us home, where we put a frazzled and soaked Adam in clean pajamas around 11pm.
And that is the story of our trip. It was crazy, some parts were terrible, but we did find a place for my mom to live. And three days after arriving home, we found us a place, too. We applied and should hear back this week if we got them! So it all turns out fine after all.