October 18th, 2004


Round 3

On Friday John went off to a 24-hour overnight with some confirmation kids. Jet and I did just fine. We even got gas, got some pants and shirts for Jet (while I said No, a lot, to a bunch of toys he wanted from the way too nearby toy section) (I did break down and buy him a Lego boat), and then we went to Cold Stone for ice cream.

Jet was very patient with me the whole time, even when I said, "No." to about a dozen different toys before he finally found the under ten dollar Lego set. He didn't fight me, at all, about going to bed as soon as we got home, and he slept all night and woke up at 7 the following morning, which was just fine by me.

We spent the morning eating breakfast and watching cartoons. He played really well with his own stuff, and about noonish, we had crackers and cheese and pepperoni in the basement while playing video games.

I hadn't had enough sleep Thursday night, as I'd had 7 am meeting Friday morning. Friday was 5 hours of meetings in about seven hours of work, and then we met up with a lady to sign closing for a home equity loan in case of emergancies. So by Saturday I was pretty exhausted, and by the time we were doing video games I was feeling nauseous. Badly so. To the point of finally having to just lie down on the couch while Jet played quietly on me and around me. He decided he didn't need a nap, but he was willing to just stay near me and play and only wake me up when he really needed me.

John found us that way at about 5 pm. He sent me to bed, and Jet went over to Mikayla's and then Tanner's to play.

That night we went to Sakura and accidentally met up with Bob, Mei, and their Redmond friend Raymond, and we had a great dinner together. Jet fell asleep after eating an entire bowl of rice and some soup as well.

We slept.

I woke up feeling even worse Sunday morning, and after having taken Jet to Sunday school I went home and slept. I didn't feel better when I got up, so John urged that I go to the Longmont Clinic and get looked at. I did. Turns out I probably have a bacterial sinus infection. Bleh. So I now have antibiotics, decongestents, and a new inhaler. For some reason I couldn't find my old one, so it's good to have the insurance before I leave on my business trip today.

Yeah. Today. I'm flying out to San Jose this afternoon.

Jet and I have been having a great morning, we'll probably go get cash and McDonald's for lunch, and then if I'm lucky, Jet will go to sleep and John will come home at 3 and I'll drive off to the airport. The antibiotics seem to be doing their thing as I'm no long blowing green bletch, and my right sinus doesn't feel like someone's put a nail into it. I'm terribly grateful that something is making me feel better.

It'll only be three days... but I'm going to miss my boys.

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Non-Strategic Jet

When John came home Saturday, Jet went up to him and asked, "Can we go to pants and shirt store and buy choo-choo Momma said No to?"

John asked me, cautiously, later, why I'd said No.

Turns out that Jet had 10 Clean-and-Dry day stamps, which he can trade in for just about anything his little heart desires, and since he desired it so much, he and John went and got the choo-choo Momma said No to. *grin*

I survived!!

I survived the flight to San Jose just fine, though there were a few moments when I was frantically figuring out if I'd make things when I really wanted to make them.

The day, itself, was grand. Jet and I spent most of the morning playing toys. I worked a bit too much getting all my ducks in a row before I left for the three day thing. Jet kept asking me to play with him, and I finally just got down on the floor with him and his fire engines and we played. That was good.

I then took him to McDonald's, just to get him to play real hard and, maybe, take a nap on the way home. He ate all his nuggets (after, last night, eating an entire package of cooked ramen), some of the fries and all his chocolate milk, with gusto. He giggled and said, "Mustache!" whenever he drank and he'd show me his chocolate milk mustache. Hee.

Then he went and played in the tubes when I told him we didn't have that much time, and my son goes up into the maze of tubes, finds a clear box hanging out of it, and the next thing I know I'm hearing, "MOM! Mom!! I love you, Mom! I love you!!" I look up and he's leaning against the clear plexiglass and yelling, "I love you!!" and all the other moms are kind of peering at him and at me. Hee. I waved to him and said, "I love you, too!" and, satisfied, he wandered back into the twisty tubes all alike.


Jet never did fall asleep, but I didn't resent it after that. He played quite happily while I finished my packing, and at exactly five minutes to three, John arrived with the Passat all filled up and ready to go. I threw all my stuff into the truck and made off for the airport.

This is, of course, when I realized that I'd made all my calculations on the fact that it took 40 minutes from ERIE to get to the airport, and it now takes another twenty minutes to get from Longmont to Erie. I paid the extra tolls, and got to the airport (off the van from the parking lot) at exactly 4 for a 5:40 flight. It was plenty of time as the airport was very quiet. I guess Monday nights aren't a big night for flights.

I stopped at Lefty's for a grilled tuna sandwich before the flight, and they did a marvelous job of making it medium instead of well, and I ate the sandwich in front of the windows onto all the planes. I took all my medication with the food, took a good whiff of the decongestant and felt a whole lot better. I'd been blowing green crap all morning, but right at the 24 hour mark things cleared up beautifully.

I slept for a bunch of the flight and enjoyed my Sun chips, Riesen chocolate caramels, and lots of water. I even brought a water bottle with me and drank all of it. The flight was uneventful, other than it being a very small jet, with only two rows of seats on either side, all leather-clad so I wondered if it has once been a charter plane. Quick and small and easy.

My boss picked me up, no problem, at the airport and we went to the hotel to drop things off. Then he, Dan, and Padraig and I hit the Willow Street Pizza place and had dinner. A bit late, but they were nice and had waited for me. I got a half order of angel hair with tomatoes, garlic, and basil and they didn't disappoint. It was so good, fresh, simple and perfectly proportioned. I'm in California, where they know how to treat these things. Mmmm....

The Tollhouse is nice. They have free internet access in the lobby, and it's 9.99 per day in the rooms, given that I probably won't be doing much during the day it seemed better to take advantage of the free service. Yay! Free!

So I should probably do a bit of homework and then go to sleep. But I got to talk with John for a bit, this evening, and it was good. Jet had gone to sleep early, since he hadn't had a nap, and he'd even crawled into his bed (no nursing), pulled the covers over his head and told John that he'd sleep in his cave. And after a few wiggles, he was fast asleep. So the boy can definitely go to sleep on his own, now, I'm very glad of that.
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