It's a law of nature. Whenever I travel there must be an accompanying catastrophe at home the makes my absence that much worse. The last time I was away the Wee One's 20 gallon fish tank sprung a leak and was only found by my wife when she was putting the Wee One to bed after she had vomited all over the floor.
This week both of them are sick, but that can't be the problem because they are each recovering. Barring some enormous back-slide, that situation is only going to improve. So, the mystery has been when the other shoe will drop and what is going to explode, implode, catch on fire, leak or turn into a black hole that sucks the entire Earth in, this week. Up until last night it seemed that I would have to wait until the mid-conference phone call to find out, but mail was delivered early instead. While I was getting the Wee One ready for her bath last night I noticed she had something in her armpit. Fuzz? Food? Dirt? No, no and no. Deer tick! Yay, in an area rife with Lyme disease, my daughter has a deer tick attached to her. Not much we can do now but check her for the characteristic bruise if the tick was carrying Lyme disease. The one saving grace to her being sick this week with a bad ear infection is that she is on super powered antibiotics right now, which may act as a preemptive strike against the disease causing bacteria, should the tick have had it. And now we wait. And now I leave.