Speaking of Kids

Last night Valerie kept screaming and crying uncharacteristically, as if she just couldn’t get comfortable.  I couldn’t hear a thing, between the fan in the office and having run the dishwasher, so Deb had to come get me a couple times to see if I could settle her.

It seemed like it might just be a comfort problem, as Valerie has started making herself a pillow out of a blanket and seems to be ready to have one, and she can get tangled or on top of her blankets.

In the end, though, there were two things, one of which I found especially curious.  She struck me as maybe slightly hot, and as making “I am in pain” screeches.  I gave her some Tylenol, for which I had to forcibly lift her so I could get at her mouth.  When I turned the light on, she hid her face and screamed almost out of proportion to being blinded by it.  I thought of her being sick because Deb has a cold that got pretty severe, which I have too, dragging and bad enough, but not having peaked as hard.  Henry seems to have a touch of it, in that he was more snorfly than usual, and he’s usually pretty bad.  So why not the other two?

Then I stood in there, in the dark with her, after her bedding was just so and she had a small pillow, which she turtled with instead of (at least initially) using under her head.  That allowed me to try to comfort her and observe.

The bedroom door was cracked open and through it the light from the TV leaked in, flashing dramatically lighter and darker, for some reason especially strobe-like from whatever was playing.  Every time the light level from the TV change, Valerie would freak.  I closed the door tight and she settled down.  She freaked again when I opened the door to leave the room.  I closed it tight and sat in the recliner so I would hear her if needed.  I fell asleep there until just before 4:00, so apparently she was fine with total, consistent darkness and perhaps on account of the Tylenol.  She seems fine today, if a tad dramatic, but it’s hard to tell if that’s worse than normal.

In other news, since this appears to be that post, I didn’t finish moving out of the office yesterday, either, and while I made major progress while I was there, I only removed the fax machine/copier and most of the art and prints.  Deb is at her six week post-partum, which was scheduled for 11:30 and will probably take a long time.  I slept almost inexplicably late, after Valerie last night and a bout of being too awake later in the night.  Inexplicable because the kids allowed it.  While Deb is gone I’m trying to keep the kids in line (in fact, they are way too quiet now), starting beans for chili, emptying the dishwasher and finishing the dishes I didn’t get last night.  I’m not sure if I’ll even attempt a run to the old office today, and if so it will have to be quick.  Tomorrow should be a great “spend all day” day for it.  Which leaves me today wanting to work on a resume, work on the business web site, even if it will only be on the side, and maybe work on a flier to leave for people in my old office building along with cards, giving more information and/or specials.  I also need to modify my LinkedIn profile, which is essentially a variant of the resume, and there’s work to do in the apartment.  For instance, Sadie claimed the computer desk I’d planned to shoehorn into the office, and that sits in the way in the middle of the kitchen until we can rearrange their room.  We also have a desk chair for each of them.

There’s no shortage of busy to be!

Posted by on 10/02 at 11:00 AM

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