God brings peace to distraught mother

I feel better now. I go and pick Puddin up from daycare and one of the teachers tells me everything I wanted to hear. They will love her, just consider them extended family...etc. My eyes started to "water" as I asked the teacher if Puddin seemed happy to her. I thought both the girls had looked a little dismal. But now that I think about it, I did drag them out of bed before their eyes were even opened. God answered my prayer quickly. He is taking care of His daughters and I'm included in that.
Enough of being self absorbed for now, let me pray for something you're feeling anxious about. God is no respecter of persons. I know this peace I feel comes directly from Jesus, the Prince of Peace, and that means He has enough to go around.

Day two not looking so hot either

Preschool has not met my expecations thus far. Maybe I just have set the bar a little too high. Or maybe the 922. 35 a month over the span of 10 months isn't enough. Maybe to get good childcare you have to pay over a thousand. If my girls can't be with me, then I want the next best thing. Day 1 was just OK. Day 2 has me mad. Breakfast this morning was chaotic because, catch this, I wasn't exactly sure how everything worked. Would have been great to see an administrator, teacher, heck a custodian could have helped direct a clueless mother wandering around holding two little girls' hands. I finally arrive with Puddin to her classsroom and am asked, "Has she had breakfast?" I say not yet which earns the response, "Well, I guess we can find something for her." Am I overstepping my bounds? Being demanding? Aren't you the one who applied for this job? Are you not drawing a paycheck for this? I am not pleased and will, for the second time in two days, have a sit down chat with the coordinator.
Part of the problem is my guilt for having to leave them to begin with. My other problem is being a teacher. We become the worst critics of other teachers. I also have a good week to scrutinize and critique. God, please help me to have the right attitude and know what I should expect. You love my girls and I ask you to set the expectations I should have for their daycare. Amen.

Appetite Spoiler?

Something strange about all this hot weather is I'm seeing a lot more bugs coming into the house. They're obviously in search of some AC, but they are gonna find the bottom of my shoe instead If they could possibly help pay for part of my electric bill we might be able to come to some other arrangement.

We are seeing a bug at least twice a day and they are strange ones. These have been somewhere between a beetle and a cricket. Of course Princess is the first to discover them, her being closer to the floor and all. She then screams, "Mommy, a bug a bug! Kill it, kill it." Hubby and I were just wondering the other day where in the world she was getting the new violent vocabulary. I guess that would be from me because my natural response to her has been, "Mommy will kill it. Yeah! Now it's dead."

The second time she screamed bug yesterday, I was in the kitchen. I asked her what it was doing. She got down on the floor, layed on her back and started kicking her hands and legs in the air. It was so cute I had her perform it two different times for her dad and aunt. What talent!

Menu Review

The sweet-n-sour chicken from last night was really good. Next time I'll be more prepared, but I should have put some sliced raw carrot in with the onion and had some of those great crunchy noodles to go on top. Chow mein noodles,of course! I love those things. I wonder if they would be considered a healthy snack? Maybe strange to admit, but I could snack on some raw Ramen Noodles too.

I think the girls and I will go on a short shopping trip this morning just to get out of the house. It must be short because Princess does not do well in stores for long periods of time. If she's not asking to use the restroom, she wants me to buy something she can't live without. Yesterday afternoon I was trying to persuade her to help pick up toys. As serious as can be, she turns her hands palm up and while cautiously examining them, she explains how she can't clean because her hands were red and they hurt. She must have learned that one from her exposure to daycare.

"Something else is gonna hurt if you don't pick up these toys!"

No, I wouldn't say that to a three year old. Instead of threatening a three minute rendezvous in her room, I thought I'd use some good old fashion bribery.

"If you help clean up, we can go get a present!"

Yes, Princess hopped to it and the floor got cleaned. So I'll make good on my promise and get her a new pair of ballerina shoes I saw at Tuesday Morning for $4. I wanted to get those anyway and now I have a pretty poor excuse. The only positive thing about daycare is that I can use it as a scapegoat if Princess turns out spoiled rotten.

Puddin's Calling Me

And I don't mean the chocolate kind sitting in my fridge right now. Today will be another typical summer morning. My 21mo old, let's call her "Puddin' ", will eventually call my name to be taken out of her crib. Then my 3yr old from here on out to be called "Princess," will come scooting out to the living room dragging her blankets and requesting PBS Kids. Then I will serve some waffles, cereal, or peanut butter toast for breakfast. Oooh how I love the summer! During the school year, I have to wake up my little darlings in the middle of their slumber and rush, rush, rush off to daycare. As always, the summer goes way too fast and ...Yeah, there it is. Puddin's sweet cry for mamma.