update before bed
Feb. 14th, 2006 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanBelatedly it occurred to me that maybe part of why I was getting so worked up over the daycare party thing was because I hadn't really eaten much all day other than junk food. D'oh. So, I rectified that and felt better. I really do think that probably at least 75% of the awkwardness of the party situation was just in my head. I know that the daycare teachers like me and are happy to have me come to their events. I'm pretty sure that the other parents didn't come because they couldn't get away from work, rather than because they suck (or know something I don't). So, whatever, you know?
At pickup, the teachers did say that it took Isaac a long time to calm down after I left. :( And he himself told me that "I cried and cried and cried" and "I wanted my mommy." I know they implanted that last bit in his brain -- he didn't come up with it himself, because he never calls me mommy unless he's parroting something he heard there. But still, it hurt. Oh well. He's not scarred for life over it, I'm pretty sure. Well, somewhat sure.
Tonight I made myself feel more competent by cooking an actual meal for dinner. I sauteed* tofu and zucchini in soy sauce, lemon juice, and garlic; and made egg noodles to put them over. I know the egg noodles seem a little weird, but I had to include something Isaac would eat. ;) I always try to get him to try the tofu or veggies, but he never will. So he just had egg noodles and strawberries, and seemed satisfied. Well, at least he ate a fruit.
Now it's late and I'm in the fairly unfamiliar position of feeling like I ate too much junk today and don't actually *want* to eat any more (let alone don't think I should). That doesn't happen too often. ;) Yet, I'm still hungry. I think I'll have an orange and then call it a night.
* I don't actually know exactly what the hell sauteing is, but it sounds cooler than "fried."
At pickup, the teachers did say that it took Isaac a long time to calm down after I left. :( And he himself told me that "I cried and cried and cried" and "I wanted my mommy." I know they implanted that last bit in his brain -- he didn't come up with it himself, because he never calls me mommy unless he's parroting something he heard there. But still, it hurt. Oh well. He's not scarred for life over it, I'm pretty sure. Well, somewhat sure.
Tonight I made myself feel more competent by cooking an actual meal for dinner. I sauteed* tofu and zucchini in soy sauce, lemon juice, and garlic; and made egg noodles to put them over. I know the egg noodles seem a little weird, but I had to include something Isaac would eat. ;) I always try to get him to try the tofu or veggies, but he never will. So he just had egg noodles and strawberries, and seemed satisfied. Well, at least he ate a fruit.
Now it's late and I'm in the fairly unfamiliar position of feeling like I ate too much junk today and don't actually *want* to eat any more (let alone don't think I should). That doesn't happen too often. ;) Yet, I'm still hungry. I think I'll have an orange and then call it a night.
* I don't actually know exactly what the hell sauteing is, but it sounds cooler than "fried."
