To pre or not to pre?

We put kiddo into preschool this year, less than a month ago.

On the first day, neither Sweetie nor I got a great feeling from the teacher. Almost like she didn't approve of our situation. She also was very rude to Sweetie when discussing toilet training, simply telling Sweetie to put our kiddo on the toilet and let the kiddo sit there.

Strike 1-sorta

On the second day, Sweetie took kiddo to school and at pick up time, the teacher told Sweetie that kiddo went potty and so kiddo got an M&M. Not previously discussed with us.

Strike 1.5

On the third day, Sweetie was running late so didn't get to talk to the teacher about the M&M. At pick up, teacher sent kiddo home in underwear NOT provided by us and told Sweetie "not sure if your carseat is waterproof, but just go for it."

Also, since day 2, kiddo having nightmare.

Strike 2

Had a meeting with the assistant director about our frustrations, both with communication (SEVERE lack which hasn't even been mentioned here) and the teacher's incompetence. Kiddo moved to a new room where while kiddo goes 2 days a week, rest of kids go 5. Also discussed that calendar sent home had wrong dates on it, given new calendar to properly match website. (Later I had to call to inform them that dates were STILL wrong)

Kiddo in new classroom, no more nightmares.

Finally got proper communication with school (end of week letter sent home) and was met with lovely pictures of kiddo playing and looking like a fun time was being had. Checked website to see that a closed day was coming up, but it was not in the calendar sent home. Called. Confirmed that website is wrong.

ALSO found out that school pictures were taken, with NO notice being sent home to inform parents.

No communication about what is being taught/learned so we can reinforce at home, no communication about photos and wrong information on both the sent home calendar and the website calendar.

We're not being picky. We just want communication.

How effing hard is that???

Cupcake

In my weight-loss journey (ugh, that sound so white and annoying), I've been doing rather (mostly) well in my goals for each day. I'm walking a lot, stretching better and carefully monitoring every single piece of digestible matter that enters my body. While guesstimating what I've made as a home-cooked meal can be difficult to quantify, it's still (slightly) satisfying to know that you've been under your calorie count for the last 3 weeks.

And then I felt ill.

Like super ill.

Like I wanted to stick my fingers down my throat to make the feeling go away ill.

But I didn't. And I was proud of me.

For like a minute, and then the ick factor came back and then I was ill all night.

And ill this morning. PLUS a huge headache.

I thought, maybe I'm limiting too much. Maybe I should have a larger breakfast than 2 slices of bread toasted or 1 package of oatmeal. Maybe I need some actual carbs and protein.

So I had a bagel with egg. And damn was it good. And not as many calories as I may have thought.

Okay, so now I'm at work, feeling ill still. Made a doctor's appointment, but it's not for at least 4 more hours. So I have a snack--blueberries. And all of a sudden, I don't feel so ill! I drink an additional 24 ounces of water (to add to the previous 24 ounces) in the hopes I can ride this feeling out.

And then it peters away.

And I'm sitting with this ill feeling.

In the lunch room, are cupcakes. The delicious looking ones, with blue frosting and a Superb Owl ring I can take home to the kiddo.

I made the decision to eat it. And enjoy it. Because really, when did I do that last?

I savored every last bite, washed the ring, drank 24 more ounces of water and reveled in my happiness. I wasn't even mad that I ate it, that I couldn't get those 200 calories back. Maybe I will be later, when I'm looking at dinner and going, sigh, must be nice to eat some carbs with this meal, but for now, that cupcake made me happy.

So today, my motto is cupcake.

Cupcake bitches.