Sick Hay cont.

So last night, I heard a coughing sound around 1am coming from the bathroom. I turned on my nightstand light and asked Heather if she was okay. She was not. Hazel's flu or whatever it was had made its way to Heath. Last night was not good. So this morning, I took care of Hazel and left her with Heather before I went to work. I gave Hazel a bottle and left her in the playpen while Heather slept in fetal position on the couch. So, I get to work this morning and I get the following email from Heather's Blackberry at 10:10am.

Hazel has diarrea now- so I am going to pick her up at Evelyns. I need to leave here as close to 4pm as possible to go to City Hall to take materials to a meeting tonight. Can you be home around 4pm?

Sickness rocks!

So, on my hand, in black Sharpie is 7UP and Wipes. I talked to Mark and Marie about potentially calling in tomorrow so that I can take care of Heather and Hazel. I am not sure if I am going to get this sickness yet, because I haven't been around Hazel that much, but you never know. Either way, being prepared for that possibility is really all that I can do right now.