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Oct. 27th, 2005 02:18 pmMari's preschool teacher said she was "not herself" today, Mari was not playing and sad. And she pointed out to me that Mari's skin is really dry and she kept scratching it. Why do I feel like a total failure because she pointed that out to me? Honestly, I already knew that. Brad gave the girls their baths last night because I was out doing some shopping and he never remembers to do lotion. And with the weather changes around here, all of us have dry skin. I forgot to remind him to put lotion on them. And this morning we were soooooo late getting up, I just forgot to do it. So Mari looked terribly ashy when I picked her up. I feel horrible and neglectful that the teacher felt she needed to point it out. As for why she was out of sorts, I can't figure it out. She seems totally normal to me. When I asked her if she felt bad (we all have colds still) she said no, but she was sad because all the other kids took the helmets when they went outside to play so she couldn't ride any of the bikes (they are actually tricycles). It hardly seems like Mari to pout about that the whole class time. I wonder what is up? I can't get anything else out of her. She keeps saying she is fine. This is another one of those time when I hate that she is in preschool and I'm missing parts of her life and don't know what is going on.
Zoe wants a kitten. She wants one BAD. It is so pathetic the way she keeps trying to come up with ways we could do it. Today we went to get a dog kennel for Jesse. She is still pooping on the floor at night (but no other time) so I think it is just becoming a habit. Last night, I let her out about 11pm, and I woke up at 3am and almost stepped in poop right outside our bedroom door. I cannot handle it anymore. I have the steam cleaner and some kind of miracle pet odor cleaner stuff to take care of odors. But she is going to have to be confined at night for awhile. It is not like it is going to change much. I bought a kennel big enough to accomodate her normal bed and I'm putting it in exactly the same place as her bed in our room, so the only difference is that she has to stay there all night (which for her is only from 11pm until about 5am when Brad gets up.) Anyway, I was explaining to the girls about the kennel for Jesse and Zoe pipes up with "Now we have a cage for Jesse, we can get a kitty because now she can't eat it!" And she looked so happy! It broke my heart to have to explain AGAIN that we are not keeping Jesse in the kennel anytime but at night and it would be mean to keep her in there all day just so we can have a kitty. Zoe looked so disappointed. I'm sure this is even worse for me because *I* want a kitty so bad. I was looking at picture of our cat, Patton, that disappeared while we were in Kansas and I almost cried over him again, after almost four years!
Zoe wants a kitten. She wants one BAD. It is so pathetic the way she keeps trying to come up with ways we could do it. Today we went to get a dog kennel for Jesse. She is still pooping on the floor at night (but no other time) so I think it is just becoming a habit. Last night, I let her out about 11pm, and I woke up at 3am and almost stepped in poop right outside our bedroom door. I cannot handle it anymore. I have the steam cleaner and some kind of miracle pet odor cleaner stuff to take care of odors. But she is going to have to be confined at night for awhile. It is not like it is going to change much. I bought a kennel big enough to accomodate her normal bed and I'm putting it in exactly the same place as her bed in our room, so the only difference is that she has to stay there all night (which for her is only from 11pm until about 5am when Brad gets up.) Anyway, I was explaining to the girls about the kennel for Jesse and Zoe pipes up with "Now we have a cage for Jesse, we can get a kitty because now she can't eat it!" And she looked so happy! It broke my heart to have to explain AGAIN that we are not keeping Jesse in the kennel anytime but at night and it would be mean to keep her in there all day just so we can have a kitty. Zoe looked so disappointed. I'm sure this is even worse for me because *I* want a kitty so bad. I was looking at picture of our cat, Patton, that disappeared while we were in Kansas and I almost cried over him again, after almost four years!
