Paul is never, ever sick. Before this week, he called into work sick only twice during his almost 5 years at CNN. This past Monday, he called me in the afternoon saying he felt sick. I offered to pick him up, and he immediately accepted which surprised me. He was really feverish, so I put him to bed and got him Gatorade and chicken soup. Tuesday he called in sick. It was so weird to have him around the house! But he wasn’t really there – he slept much of the day, coming out only a few times. He went to work today, saying he had a lot he needed to get done, but he still felt pretty terrible. I picked him up as soon as his last meeting was done, and took him to the doctor (per his request). I had to drop him off because Savannah was much too hyper to wait quietly in a waiting room. Also, since I didn’t know I wasn’t coming right back home, I didn’t have her diaper bag or any toys with me.

While we waited for Daddy, I noticed Savannah’s diaper had leaked badly. I think that was contributing to her fussiness, so we went to a nearby drug store and picked up a small pack of diapers. I feel like this is the second time this has happened, so I’m thinking leaving a few diapers in the car for emergencies is probably a good idea! I also went to Target and found a cute little skirt on clearance to replace her wet pants, and because I hate the look of sposies and no pants. :-)

Anyways, the diagnosis was a bacterial infection. Paul was advised to stay home from work tomorrow, and to stay away from the two of us as he is still contagious. He was also given some antibiotics.

That’s the current adventure in our lives. Pretty boring, I know. I just hope neither Savannah nor I get sick either!