Blargh
Yesterday was a disaster from the word go. Erik had to stay in since he had a fever the day before, but he was not sick at all. I have a cold. I was grouchy. He was hyper. Bad combination!
At least he still seems fine today so I can send him off to preschool this afternoon. I love preschool, though I am worried that Erik is not in a good place. He doesn’t have any complaints, but from the little I’ve seen the teacher is not fun, dynamic, or even very likable. She’s old and grouchy. I don’t want that to be his first teacher experience, but at the moment he doesn’t seem to notice. It makes my stomach hurt.
On Wednesday the teacher handed out special Halloween art projects. The kids had made little frames and then the teacher took a picture of each kid to stick in the frame. I know Erik can be a pill when he decides he doesn’t want his picture taken and I know it is not a professional photography studio, but the picture of Erik was so, so very sad. I kind of think it’s funny when I take pictures of him looking mad, but in this picture he looked like he was about to cry. I was no impressed. Maybe they were using old fashioned film and didn’t know how badly the picture turned out. Maybe. I don’t know. It just irks me that they sent home such an awful picture. I see it as further evidence that the teacher doesn’t like Erik, but then I think I am totally paranoid and it’s just a picture and it is hard to get good pictures of little kids. I’ll have to scan it in and show you.
Ah well. I should know better than anyone that it is impossible to get get pics of little kids. I just spent several hours putting together the yearbook for our preschool co-op. It turned out ok, I think, but it was hard to find good pics of some of the kids. There were plenty of Erik, but that’s because I am a camera freak. Or was. I hardly ever get it out these days.
On a completely unrelated note, I am so tired of hearing “Why dews that?” (Do with an s instead of does). Everything is “why dews that? Why dews that?” I thought we’d dodged the big “why” phase because he never really got into it when he was three. He would ask why, of course, but I could usually defuse it with a simple “why do you think?” He’d get so side tracked trying to figure it out that he’d forget to ask why.
Ah, how my clever days are over. That doesn’t work any more.
I can’t even think right now. Why am I trying to write an entry? I don’t know! I’m exhausted. I didn’t turn my fan on last night because it stirs up too much air and makes me even snottier. I have it facing away from us, but it still gets my poor nose going. Instead of hearing the soothing sound of the motor, I heard Mike snuffling, the house creaking, sirens blaring, birds singing. All those wonderful things that conspire to keep me up all night.
I better go take a shower and see if I can wake up a little more. I have several things on my agenda for the day, so better get started.