Bridezilla Returns...

We had a successful shopping trip today. My sister found her wedding dress. Unfortunately, she's such an indecisive person it took us FOREVER to get her to a decision. Even now, she's second guessing herself. She's nearly 35 years old, and still hasn't learned to trust her gut. No instincts whatsoever. Sad.

Despite my best efforts to make sure we had a nice day together, we still wound up having a disagreement. She's made a decision that she doesn't want children at her wedding - that's her decision, and I respect it. But I don't have to like it. My kids are her godchildren, and I'm pretty insulted that she's shutting my kids out of the wedding reception. My opinion is that its a day wedding, not an after-hours club for the 21 and over crowd. Weddings are for family, and my kids are part of the family. Again, I've voiced it over and over that I respect her decision, but she has to respect the fact that I don't have to like her decision. DH is so disgusted with the whole thing that he may not even go to the wedding, and I don't blame him. If the bride were anyone other than my blood relative, I'd tell them to go jump off a bridge. This entire issue is just going to get ugly, and I'm dreading it as the months go by.

Miss Princess ate cheese raviolis and green peas at school this week. I'm thrilled. We talked about it. The conversation went like this:
me: "Princess, teacher told me you had new food at school today?"
MP: "Princess ate rab-i-roris and teas"
me: "Oh? You had raviolis and peas?"
MP: "Yes, with my friends"

She is too stankin' cute. She also used the potty four times at school. She came home with little stickers on her shirt that said "I made potty!" she was so proud of herself.

Dr. D. is still using the drama queen energy. This week was tough. Every time I'd get her jacket on for the bus, she'd start with the fake crying. And "I need tissue". I tried to ignore it and just plow along, thinking that if I get her on the bus, she'll be OK. Then her teacher sent a note saying she was crying at school, but they were able to distract her OK. I realized that she just didn't want to leave her "babies". DH found her some Polly Pockets (aka the WORST toy ever made, itty bitty pieces all over the house)...she has two that she calls the "sisters". I explained to her that Mommy will watch her babies while she's in school, and she'll be able to play with them as soon as she gets home. That seems to have worked.

And thank god. The other day she came up to me and said (out of nowhere): "I'm sad." HOLY CRAP. Does she even know what that means? What the hell have I done to my kid to make her sad?? The mommy guilt just never stops does it?

Oh, and I'm sick. I'm on ten days of antibiotics. Just now turning the corner and starting to feel normal again. I've been Lysol-ing everything in sight, and hoping that the girls' flu shots do the trick.

Have a great weekend!