Hmmm. Time to post something to get that sore nipples entry off the top. Though, for what it's worth, they are still very, very sore. I think that this is worse than the pain that came with the start of breast feeding. I really feel like throwing in the towel completely, but I will stick it out for a little while longer and see if they will start to heal.
Moving on. Someone, somewhere, said that she was "solar powered." I think that is an apt description of me. I was sooooooo excited that we were having a nice March. Two days in the 80's, and a few days in the 70's, were just making me giddy. We even put our deck furniture out. I don't mind wearing a sweater to sit outside, as long as it is sunny and not windy. And we had a number of perfect days like that.
But lately, WTF? Today, it was mostly in the 20's, and it just rose to the low 30's. There is ice on my porch steps, and we've had flurries every single day. It's been sucky since Wednesday, and Monday, it's only predicted to go to 40. Where has all my beautiful weather gone? You know, if we are going to have global warming, it would be nice if the globe actually warmed. I'm just saying.
Moving on again. DD is having a really rough time with her transition to the young preschool room. She has been having a lot of melt downs lately after getting home, and she's been asking DH, "why young preschool?" She really likes the big toddler room, even though she's the biggest kid in the room. And I think that most of the kids like her. She is going to be very, very sad on Monday morning when DH takes her to the new room for good. Sometimes, growing up is so hard. I know this won't be the first time, but I wish that I could just do the hard stuff for her.
It doesn't help that one of the boys in young preschool (C) poured sand in her hair last Friday. She was really upset about that. Though one of the boys in the older toddler room (Z) pushed her, at least once. (It's kind of hard to tell how many times; DD is one of those kids who will relive things over and over and over and over.) When I asked her what she did before being pushed, she claims she did nothing. She also told me that she didn't do anything to Z after he pushed her. That may or may not be true. She can be pretty assertive at times, but at other times, I've seen her melt into the wall in the face of another child's assertiveness. I've told her that she needs to tell the teacher when something like that happens. We'll see.
I felt really bad after I told her that her fish, P, is a boy (he's a Betta). She seemed a little upset about that, and she said, "I don't like boys. They push you." She looked so forlorn after saying it. I reminded her that Z is in the older toddler room, and she was moving up to young preschool and would not have to be with him anymore. That didn't seem to help much.
I did have a chance to talk with the brand new teacher's aide and told her that DD was having a hard time with her transition. She is going to keep an eye out for her and maybe give her some extra attention. That should help.
And finally, I'm not sure what is going to happen on Easter Sunday. We usually go to my brother's house to have dinner, but one of his kids got sick earlier this week, and they expect that the plague will circulate through the house. Chances are, they will all be sick by Sunday (except that the first child will probably be better by then). I'm home today with DD, and we were going to visit my parents. But, my dad called and said that he feels like he's getting sick. So, scratch those plans.
It really would be such a big deal about spending Easter by ourselves, except that I ordered a $200 Easter dinner to go that serves 10-12 people! And it's prepaid. I guess we'll cross the bridge when we come to it. Hopefully, my dad is not going to get sick.
Well, that's all the news that's fit to print over here. I wish you all a Happy Easter, or Passover, or if you're not celebrating anything this time of year, then I just wish you a very good weekend.
