In Which We Have A False Alarm

I woke up this morning and walked into Connor's room to discover that his right eye, which looked a little red yesterday, was now crusted shut. "Ah ha!" I thought, "Pinkeye!" and I promptly called the doctor and made an appointment and called his school to cancel. So when he woke up about an hour later I took a washcloth, gently cleaned his eye off, and he opened it up-- to reveal the same slightly red eye of the day before. Whoops.

Since he was stuffy, coughing, and throwing up we still kept the appointment (plus it was way too late to cancel) where they told me exactly what I expected they would say; it's a mild upper respiratory infection, his eyes are red from coughing, and keep him home for a day or two so he won't infect the other kids, but otherwise he's fine. Guess I learned my lesson; if you suspect pinkeye, soak the eye open BEFORE calling the doctor. Oh well.

In other news, apparently our real estate agent heard back from the guy selling the house we made an offer on at the tail end of the business day, and they want to meet tomorrow to discuss the specifics. I'm assuming this means he made a counter offer, though I have no idea what it is as our agent didn't say in the e-mail. Since Jer has a doctor's appointment up in Seattle tomorrow morning, we won't be able to meet with the agent until tomorrow afternoon, which means I spend a good portion of the day wondering what the heck they're going to say.

Oh, the suspense! Feels kind of like a bad soap opera. Will Jessie and Jeremy buy the house of their dreams? Will the apartment complex let them break their lease? Will Connor stop having back-to-back colds? Will Nick reveal his sordid past and confess his feelings for the beautiful and naive Angela before she walks down the aisle with millionaire murderer David? Tune in tomorrow to find out!

Too bad I don't get to read the script in advance.

~Jess