Before dawn, I got several ant bites on my feet while running the trash out since Himself forgot until he was in bed.
Then we were all woken up by the phone at 0745 because someone looked at my pelvic ultrasound and called instead of waiting until my appointment in a few weeks. I wasn't worried about it, but now I'm irritated with myself for not waiting until we move home where my civilian providers would never call that early unless something was wrong.
After that Laurel was up and puked all morning because she's inherited my stomach's intolerance for excessive post-nasal drip. Himself initially blamed it on the cheese calzone she and I shared for dinner last night, so I felt badly about it until I figured out that she actually has a cold.
I wanted to install the USB 4-port PCI card he let me get over the weekend only to realize he didn't read the shelf labels at Comp USA so it's USB 1.1 and not 2.0 like I'd specified but didn't pick out myself since I was stuck with kid wrangling while he and Jake looked at "stuff". Hopefully he'll return it for me this weekend and buy the one I wanted since I'm not in the mood for three hours roundtrip in a car with Laurel and the miserably humid heat.
Now she's howling like a banshee on the kitchen floor because pasta takes ~10 minutes to cook and she wanted it served the minute she picked out what kind we're having tonight. Meh.
On the bright side, she gave Himself a safety briefing while he was unloading the dryer today. As he was carrying an armload of unfolded stuff into the kitchen to put in the basket for me to fold, she shouted "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Be careful, daddy!"