FRIDAY: Pretty sucktastic day. 8--Husband left for business trip to Orlando, Florida. I get to stay home for an errand filled day AND work on putting all the gifts away and take Child to the doctor since she is still sick. Lucky me. ~10--I went to try to find something at my office. Did not succeed. I then picked up our dog Arctic at the kennel. The dog is ridiculously excited to see me. I'm not really a "dog person" by nature, but I get why people find that gratifying. ~12--Arctic, who has been home for less than an hour, manages to jump on the dining room table, find a bag of red M&Ms labeled "Extra reindeer noses" by Child's teacher, tear it open, and eat about 20 M&Ms (I'm estimating. I showed up toward the end of this escapade and caught him in the act). Chocolate is poisonous for dogs. I have an endodontist consult scheduled for 1 PM, but Child manages to convince me that it would be selfish of me to go to this as my life is not at stake. (Drama much?) Search house for hydrogen peroxide while Child calls her dad (it goes to the machine), then places call to the vet. I drive out to the pharmacy to get some hydrogen peroxide while Child stays with dog. Husband calls back while I'm out and directs Child to where we keep it in the house. Get a call back from the vet, who is pretty sure that such a small quantity won't kill him, but says it couldn't hurt to make him vomit. So I cancel the endodontist and work on that fun project. We succeed, which is good...but now I can't get an endodontist consult in until 2014, and the dentist doesn't want to put on the crown until after that. 3:30--Take Child back to doctor. This time, we see the other guy in the practice. He says this is a textbook case of atypical pneumonia, also known as walking pneumonia, and that the antibiotic she has been won't help with that. Fantastic. Get prescribed a different antibiotic. Also get prescribed an inhaler, as I tell him that Child had some difficulty breathing in the car ride on the way home. Total mob scene at the grocery store where I get my prescriptions filled, but I nonetheless stand on line because there are a few things we want. It's just one of those days. Talk to Husband, who is on line to get a plane ticket to Houston. What?!? Last I had talked to him, his flight to Orlando was super delayed, so he was still in Baltimore, but why would he be flying through Houston? Turns out he is in Orlando now. He asked if I had seen his e-mails. No, I've been busy doing fun things like making our dog throw up and taking our child to the doctor. Why? His Dad (who had surgery for colon cancer on 12/18) is doing much worse and has asked to see him. Oh. No. I ask him if he wants us to fly out as well. He says to hang tight for now. I am relieved. The doctor said Child shouldn't leave the house for the next 72 hours if at all possible, but obviously we would if we had to. She is not in great shape for that kind of traveling. Husband is obviously quite anxious that his father might die. Put in 6 miles on the treadmill. Call my parents to give them an update on FIL situation and on Child situation. Put Child to bed. Write in diary.