It’s been one hellacious week, and it’s only Wednesday. The good news is, I get paid tomorrow. And I probably will get my mileage check from my IRA jaunt to Sioux Falls by the end of the week, although it’s possible that might not come till next week.
The bad news? One of my parental nightmares has come true, one that I was hoping would never happen, but if was going to, I was hoping it wouldn’t come for a few more years. The bambino’s apparently being picked on by another child at his daycare. We’ve noticed over the past week or so that he’s been a little sensitive and overly-emotional lately, but we kind of chalked it up to him being sick & cranky. Lord knows I haven’t been the most pleasant lately with the never-ending sinus infection. And the bambino’s mentioned a couple scrapes/scratches came from a certain child. Sometimes he blames other children for things that happened–He’s almost 3, and he has a good imagination.
But this afternoon, Jay witnessed the child in question push him down as he was pulling up to daycare. And when I asked the bambino about it, he got rather quiet and said he needed his daddy. So I think it’s more than just rough play or coincidence. I also know that I’m most likely blowing it way out of proportion, as my first inclination was to open some whoop-ass on this little kid for hurting my boy. Instead, tomorrow, I will mention my concerns to the bambino’s teacher, and go from there.
When I asked what he wanted for dinner, the bambino said “Mac & cheese!” I haven’t bought Kraft mac & cheese in ages (yes, I like the orange powder stuff), but I had a whole block of cheddar waiting to be shredded. So I got to work. And it ended up perfect.
In a way, I’m glad that’s what the bambino wanted. I’ve been stressed the past couple days, so I’ve been craving junk. Earlier in the week, I loaded up on carbs, because that’s what I crave when I’m stressed. I needed to use up pork chops, and since I had potatoes, that meant gravy.
And were it not for the mac & cheese, I probably would’ve had crackers & gravy this evening. I’m sure I was more stressed & upset about the bambino’s daycare stuff than even the bambino was. He seemed perfectly fine when he went to bed. I’m still going to mention it to his teacher tomorrow. I think I need some ice cream now.