Really. Not kidding.
Lost the dog. Didn't have the dog two days. The dog either had mental issues or despised our family on sight. Although, I can't say I blame him. If I hadn't birthed these children and married this husband I might be tempted to run away as well.
Update: I caught the dog. A whole nother post in itself, pictures included, coming soon.
We had a sweep come and clean and inspect our chimney. Our wood stove had been starting to smell funny and the actual bricks in the chimney were seeping tar. I thought it was probably due for a good cleaning. It was and more. Evidently it has been leaking for years, eroding much of the mortar away, cracking the clay tiles on the interior,and so on and so on. We'll just say that it is going to cost well over a grand to fix all the little issues. Can't burn in my wood stove until then. Great.
As a mother, you know not to give honey to a baby under a year old. As a mother of three, sometimes you get distracted and give the baby a few bites of carrot you were cooking just to hold her off long enough until dinner. Then your husband comes in, and knowing your secret sweet carrot recipe, he hollers, "Are you giving her honey?!?!" Damn. Sure did. Spent two days scouring the internets for signs of infant botulism. Convinced myself she was showing symptoms. Bagged up said honey and a diaper of poo and visited the pedi's office. After getting a good laugh out of me wailing about poisoning my child, they assured me that it would be very evident if she had botulism and not to worry. Easy for them to say.
All in all, 2009? Not going so hot.