stalking and other good manners

You know how sometimes things are there for seemingly odd reasons? like taking a class because it fit nicely into your student schedule, or ordering a particular flavor of ice-cream because that elegant lady in front of you did? Or still breastfeeding not because it's cheaper or less work (which it is, both), but due to complete disgust at the smell of warm milk - a la formula?

Well if I told you "child-stalker", what image would come to mind? That of a certain adorable not-quite-walking not-quite-8 months old? I think not. (I realize this is similar to a great scene in A Time To Kill where Matthew McConaughey asks the jury members to close their eyes, and tells them a story, then says "Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she's white.") So, yes, lil one is a child stalker. And her heart breaks every time a child walks away from her.

She's so utterly fascinated by babies, older children (and dogs), that it makes leaving her at daycare a tad bit easier on my guilty conscience. And reassures me a little bit that her daycare hunger strike might end one day. The drama-princess!

I completely resent one of the daycare ladies, in particular her not-so-subtle insinuations that if lil one's upset when I leave, then I must be raising her wrong. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH does not quite begin to describe how I feel. First of all, isn't it part of her job to make it easier on the parents to leave their kids there, not harder? Second of all, A is precious and perfect in my eyes and anyone failing to see that is clearly demented and should not be put in charge of little bundles of joy (and energy). Third of all, seems entirely reasonable to me (even reassuring as to her emotional sanity) that A'd be a little fazed when I disappear. Fourth of all, who the hell is she to judge that A's mostly angelic but sometimes feisty temperament is the result of me doing something as opposed to who A is. So there. Resentment vented.

And the drama princess' mother (me) was under some drama of her own recently. Woke up whimpering with pain at 2:30am with a boob hotter than the Death Valley at noon in August. mastitis with infection, from trying to introduce formula in the afternoon. yikes.

So that's the land I inhabit - hot, adventuresome, and full of drama. Wouldn't have it any other way. Although feel free to come visit that land, there's plenty of room for company.