Weekend wrap-up20 August , 2012
These are not from the weekend though…
My left shoulder and arm hurt like a mother-trucker! Seriously, I cannot think of anything that I may have done to cause this. So either I am pinching a nerve or I’m having the slowest heart attack on earth (3 days and counting). Yes, yes…I’ll go see a doctor or something this afternoon and see if they can do something about it.
We did some clothes shopping for Nicola over the weekend. Taking a two year old to the mall is not for the faint hearted I tell you. We did get some lovely stuff, and she managed to convince my mom to buy her a crown. Nicola and the crown has since been inseperable! In fact, if I want to lure her into the bath I have to sell it as washing the crown…it even goes there!
The tantrums over this weekend have been nothing short of phenomenal. So much so that I cut her sugar off completely yesterday until she ate a proper meal and started behaving better. This did not go down well with the pink terrorist at all. While I was taking a bath she came wandering into the bathroom. She told me that she is very disappointed in me and then closed the door between us. What the hell?! Hahahaha. She’s got that technique down, which surprises me since I never ever close any doors between us and I never ever use that D word on her either. Anyhoo, I decided instead of taking a ride on that guilt trip, to rather spend the few minutes I was given to reflect on it enjoying my bath in peace and quiet. I don’t do guilt trips, not as a passanger or a travel agent.
Yesterday, after all that, I let Nicola wear one of her new dresses. She is definitely a girly-girl! 😆 All day she went around twirling and dancing in this dress and she loves it. She loves it so much that she went to bed in it too, refusing to take it off. This morning it was chaos again getting her ready for school, and into clean clothes. (This is also not so easy to do with an unwilling participant and a bloody sore and lame left arm!).
Lots and lots of tears. Eventually she tells me that she doesn’t want to go to school because L (the bully) hurts her. I have had just about enough of this little L brat I tell you. So here comes my next mother of the year award. Instead of my usual advice of telling L that we don’t play with bullies and walking away, I told her if L hurts her again to hit her as hard as she can. I said if the teacher is not going to sort this out, I will, and the next time that girl hurts her she must tell me and I’ll come to school and give her a hiding of note (I won’t do this of course, cause that will get me locked up) but I will think of a suitable substitute if it happens again. Once we got to school I spoke to the teacher again. I told her I am at my wits end about this now. Nicola doesn’t want to come to school because she says that L hurts her. I’ve had it with this. I know they keep telling me that L doesn’t hurt Nicola, but if I hear about this again then i will have to start thinking about moving her to another school. I can’t carry on like this.
So they’re putting them in different classes for the week to see if it will make a difference. I really hope it does or I’m going to start asking to see every minute of Nicola’s school day’s CCTV footage to see for myself what’s going on there. I might start doing that in any event actually.
I think it is safe to say that I am wearing the cranky pants today.