Pink eye.

On Monday, we got a call from Day Care saying that our little girl had the runs. She basically exploded, and thus, she had to go home. Tuesday mom stayed home, changing diapers at a record pace. Tuesday, dad began to feel like three pounds of poop in a two-pound bag. In other words, not good.

When dad arrived home on Tuesday, he went to bed, staying in bed from around 5:30PM until the morning, whereupon mom went to work and left a pink eye, but awake and aware little peanut, and a dad who appeared to be on death's door. We were a sad pair. And you could tell mom was nervous.

At this point, you should know two things:

1. Dad is a complete grump when sick. True, who isn’t? But dad would most likely take the gold at the grumpy Olympics.

2. Mom and Dad had tickets to Wednesday night’s Sabres game, Joe Sakic’s last appearance.

To recap: Dad is sick. Autumn has pink eye and the runs. The Sabres appear to be a distant dream. Mom takes tickets to work with the intention of selling or giving away.

So there’s Dad and Autumn, at 8:00 both feeling crappy. Both ate a little, and then sat on the rocker, slowly falling asleep. Fast-forward a few minutes, and you find dad and Autumn sound asleep in the bed (Lucy and Romeo there as well) in what will be called the sleep that solved almost everything.

Because, from that two hour nap on, Dad felt like a million bucks. Autumn even seemed better.

The nap. It’s not sleep, it’s better sleep. Even a half-hour nap can do wonders. Still, Mom had given away the Sabres tickets as planned to someone at work who really needed a night out. Really, it all sort of worked out.

Update: it’s now Friday. I started writing this post Thursday. Autumn is doing better, Dad feels great, and managed to get tickets to the Sabres game tonight. Thanks Mom!!!!

We’ll post later about giving eye drops to a squirming, screaming baby.