In the last few days of this year, Marty is at his busiest.  We knew this would be the case as they've been preparing for the first year end closing with their new computer system.  For him that means long days, long nights, and a cot set up in his office.  For us that means that we're on our own for a few days.  Over the past year, I think we've gotten pretty good at handling and having fun on the last weekend of every month while Marty is at the office.  The key is to plan lots of activities that require no time line.  Going outside is good.  Making art is good.  Cooking is only good if I can make it during naptime and reheat it when its actually time to eat.

So a few days ago when Sophie started to run a temp, I didn't really think much of it.  I just gave her some Tylenol and spent a lot of time holding her.  Like all the time.  And if I needed five seconds to do something dangerous like strain a pot of boiling noodles, she was there at my feet crying "hold me" just waiting for me to finish my task.  Her temperature never went very high, she didn't really show any other symptoms and we went on with the week.  Until this morning when she started having really bad diapers.  The kind that make you want to open the windows and seal the door shut even though it is winter.  I asked our nanny to just keep an eye on her, give her plenty to drink, and try to get her to eat anything that looked good to her.  She did pretty well, but the gross diapers continued.

Tonight we broke all records and I changed her diaper four times in a 15 minute timespan.  Each time I sent Marty an instant message to give him the details.  You know, to make him feel like he wasn't missing anything.  The reports went something like this:

Me: Sophie has bad diarrhea.
Marty: You mean THE Diarrhea.  The big D.
Me: Not three minutes later, and I just changed another really gross diaper.
Marty: No.
Me: Another one.  This time the sound was so explosive I thought you were in the room.
Marty: That's nice.  I hope that's how you'll remember me.
Me: Just changed her again, this time with new pajamas.  I think I'm going to give her some pedialyte and tomorrow I'll put her on the "Pat Mitchell Sick Dog Diet"
Marty: I've got to eat something soon, I'm starting to get real tired.

So, there we are.  She is sleeping soundly for now, but I have a fresh set of sheets and pajamas at the ready.  And tomorrow I'll try to get her to eat some bananas, applesauce, rice and toast (following the WWJD Diet because that's what Jane would do).  When Marty comes home sometime in the morning to shower I'll get him to pick up some more pedialyte and maybe a few movies, because if I have to watch Tom & Jerry all day tomorrow as we rest and snuggle I'll be sick as well.