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It seems Eve was a little terror yesterday. Jack was playing very well, & Eve would not let him have a moment’s peace, but still he did not really react to provocation… Louise got him doing some Xmas cards for his friends at school & Eve was making it very difficult – wanting the book he was writing on or the pencil/pen he was using – things like that. When I called home to tell Louise I would be a tad late home from Work Jack answered the phone when I called with a quite responsible “who is it?” . You wouldn’t think he was just 4. Louise was a bit non-plussed at my bad timing as things were just getting a little hectic. Jack was unwilling to give the phone to her to start with, but did surrender in the end. When I had the shopping list I spoke to Jack again & he complained that Eve had stood on his arm… I would imagine that this would have been when he was trying to write or draw. He wanted to chat a while, but I had to tell him that daddy had to go. He does not quite have phone etiquette yet as he just put the phone down me. I could hear him say (rather forlornly) in the background to Louise, “Daddy had to go…” <Click>
Sigh – heartbreaking.

Louise’s visit to the doctors confirmed, as thought, that she has
the same as be. As she is more on the ball that me, she got some
advice regarding what is good or bad to eat. The main one to avoid
is fat – it seems, but a bit of added sugar is good as it gives the
bug something to … oh… I forget – something to do or something
to attach to? Whatever. Live yogurt is classed as good… oooh…
all right then.
Poor Louise has had a couple of very bad nights in a row. Not
sure, but I don’t think last night was as bad as the previous. The
main problem with sleeping is actually getting comfortable as the
pain is a bit all consuming (esp at night) & very constant.
Trying to get into a comfortable position is impossible, & you
need to be at least getting comfortable to sleep, as a rule.
Being tired & hungry has the effect of making you a bit more
irritable as well. This has not worked well for Jack as he has been
taking disappointment very badly this weekend. Granted, he is
likely to have been tired over the weekend – late to bed &
early to rise on Friday to Saturday. He has gone in or shouting
& crying at seemingly inconsequential things. You have to
remind yourself, at 4, these things are not inconsequential – they
are “not fair”. Going down to the cycle track at the park, only to
find that as you get there, the skies open. Shelter for half &
hour or so & as the rain dies down we head back home instead
(as there are things to be doing) of playing with the promise of
coming back tomorrow. Jack did not like that. He created for a lot
of the walk home. We did go the next day. If we say we will do
something we will.
One of the real annoyances of this bug is not being able to eat
what you want to. No fat means – shock horror – no chocolate or
crisps for me! Such a staple of my daily indulgence snatched away
from me. Fat holds so many foodstuffs together.. sigh. Taste is
limited. Fortunately :) chocolate milk seems to be universally made
with skimmed milk – joy! On the whole, I am certainly getting
better. I’ve taken a packed lunch to work with me, although not my
normal one, & my stomach does complain, but not to the extent
it seemed to do previously. Mind you, I am being a lot more
cautious about what I eat. I’m not sure when my diet will return to
normal. For instance, I have not dared have a hot drink in 7 days.
I must be effectively decaffinating my body – such a strange
thought. All this sounds outrageously healthy, whereas it is
anything but.
Homeward bound. Called Louise to see how she was doing today. She
sounded a bit jiggered. Lack of sleep & lack of food takes its
toll. Jack, as usual, wanted to say hello, so I had a quick word,
which ran something like:
“Hello Paul”
“Hiya Jack”
“… I love you Paul”
[aaaawwww :) ] “I love you too, Jack”
“I wish you did not have to go to work”
[aaaaawwwwww] “…Mmmm, so do I”
“Hang on a minute” [Jack drops the phone – there a little
confusion he says something else & eventually I ask to speak to
‘mummy’ (I gotta get back to work & too long on the phone at
work would be frowned on) & Louise comes back on the phone to
say goodbye]
Kids, eh? Have a habit of cutting to the core
sometimes…