By ten past five, I had amended my previous request and he was taking a car home.
At five forty-five, it was clear we were both suffering from probable food poisoning.
Fortunately, our baby is a gem. Last night when the non-cooking plan of "spoon something out of a jar into her mouth" turned out to be too much, I basically handed her a peeled banana and a pitted nectarine and she took care of the rest. (I chopped them a bit; I'm sick, not an idiot.)
And then I basically let the cat put her to bed. They spent more time on laughing and chatting and standing around than when I do it, but no one cried and I just had to observe.
She slept like an angel. Her father and I did not, but she was seriously no trouble.
I ran out last night for Gatorade and ginger ale and other supplies during the refractory period after a peak of the illness. We are almost finished with those.
Today has been a lot of one adult lying down/napping and the other tending dog and baby. I hesitate to say it, but I think we've turned a corner. I hope we've turned a corner.
I ate an eighth of a grape earlier (off the baby's lunch tray) and that was a mistake. Let's not go nuts, but I think we're improving anyway.