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Apr. 11th, 2006 09:55 pmIt's been an interesting(in the Chinese sense)couple of days.
Luke, who has been doing well, finally, in toilet training, got an eye infection, probably from not washing his hands enough after using the potty. Giving eyedrops to a three-year-old is just not really...well, consensual. You have to hold him down and pull his eyelids open. I can't even give myself eyedrops, so I can sympathize, but nonetheless it has to be done. Monday, Luke demanded to go to bed at about 5:00 after we gave him his eyedrops, and he slept until 9:45, an hour and a half past his usual bedtime, and showed no signs of sleepiness at all. We finished watching "How I Met Your Mother", but elected to tape "24". We gave him a belated supper and tried to convince him to be sleepy, but eventually Nicole went to bed and I took him downstairs to amuse him with computer games. By 11:45 he finally allowed himself to be put back to bed, though still not at all sleepy.
It was about at this point that I felt the beginnings of the extreme discomfort which would lead to me spending over an hour and a half on the toilet. I won't share any more than that, but let's just say that while I did finish my book, in general it was not fun. Luke was still now particularly sleepy when I got to bed. Luckily Nicole let me sleep in this morning, and I actually did go back to sleep, at least until 7:45 when I decided I should get up anyway. (Luke was luckily still asleep.) My stomach was still a bit delicate-feeling, but mostly okay.
I got prescription sunglasses a few weeks ago when I got new lenses, in hopes of improving my driving experience and reducing my hatred of direct sunlight. Today, when I went to put them on, I discovered that one of the lenses was missing. I searched the interior of the Jeep for it fruitlessly before I left. Luckily at this time of year the sun is high enough in the sky to not cause me great difficulty, and I mostly go west in the morning and east in the evening anyway.
I got to work, parked in the parkade, and decided to take one last look for the lens. I turned on the interior lights and felt around for it, but still to no avail. I lost the case for one of my tapes in there a while back, and it took months before it finally turned up. Anyway, I gave up, got out of the Jeep, locked the door, closed it...and went to deactivate the overly-paranoid burglar alarm with the key, only to realize that it was still inside my now-locked vehicle. So I called Nicole about 10:00 to ask her to maybe come downtown and unlock it with her key. She suggested combining it with lunch at the Mongolie Grill, and I thought this was a good idea.
Then she phoned me back about a half hour later, with the news that she'd sold a book! Frost, which had been turned down by a number of New York publishers, and which her agent had given up on, had been sent a while back to a small-press publisher who had asked for the full manuscript after the usual synopsis-and-three-chapters. Today he phoned with an official offer, and a contract is on the way. While it's not a big name publisher, it's better than a kick in the head. So the Mongolie Grill lunch(with a fairly recovered Luke)turned into a celebratory meal.
Now Simon seems to have the eye infection. Hopefully he'll be over it before we drive up to Beaverlodge for Easter, and not pass it on to the rest of us. He's at least more receptive to the eyedrops.
Luke, who has been doing well, finally, in toilet training, got an eye infection, probably from not washing his hands enough after using the potty. Giving eyedrops to a three-year-old is just not really...well, consensual. You have to hold him down and pull his eyelids open. I can't even give myself eyedrops, so I can sympathize, but nonetheless it has to be done. Monday, Luke demanded to go to bed at about 5:00 after we gave him his eyedrops, and he slept until 9:45, an hour and a half past his usual bedtime, and showed no signs of sleepiness at all. We finished watching "How I Met Your Mother", but elected to tape "24". We gave him a belated supper and tried to convince him to be sleepy, but eventually Nicole went to bed and I took him downstairs to amuse him with computer games. By 11:45 he finally allowed himself to be put back to bed, though still not at all sleepy.
It was about at this point that I felt the beginnings of the extreme discomfort which would lead to me spending over an hour and a half on the toilet. I won't share any more than that, but let's just say that while I did finish my book, in general it was not fun. Luke was still now particularly sleepy when I got to bed. Luckily Nicole let me sleep in this morning, and I actually did go back to sleep, at least until 7:45 when I decided I should get up anyway. (Luke was luckily still asleep.) My stomach was still a bit delicate-feeling, but mostly okay.
I got prescription sunglasses a few weeks ago when I got new lenses, in hopes of improving my driving experience and reducing my hatred of direct sunlight. Today, when I went to put them on, I discovered that one of the lenses was missing. I searched the interior of the Jeep for it fruitlessly before I left. Luckily at this time of year the sun is high enough in the sky to not cause me great difficulty, and I mostly go west in the morning and east in the evening anyway.
I got to work, parked in the parkade, and decided to take one last look for the lens. I turned on the interior lights and felt around for it, but still to no avail. I lost the case for one of my tapes in there a while back, and it took months before it finally turned up. Anyway, I gave up, got out of the Jeep, locked the door, closed it...and went to deactivate the overly-paranoid burglar alarm with the key, only to realize that it was still inside my now-locked vehicle. So I called Nicole about 10:00 to ask her to maybe come downtown and unlock it with her key. She suggested combining it with lunch at the Mongolie Grill, and I thought this was a good idea.
Then she phoned me back about a half hour later, with the news that she'd sold a book! Frost, which had been turned down by a number of New York publishers, and which her agent had given up on, had been sent a while back to a small-press publisher who had asked for the full manuscript after the usual synopsis-and-three-chapters. Today he phoned with an official offer, and a contract is on the way. While it's not a big name publisher, it's better than a kick in the head. So the Mongolie Grill lunch(with a fairly recovered Luke)turned into a celebratory meal.
Now Simon seems to have the eye infection. Hopefully he'll be over it before we drive up to Beaverlodge for Easter, and not pass it on to the rest of us. He's at least more receptive to the eyedrops.
