My poor baby!

Things have been super hectic lately, although isn't it always? Ugh. School's actually going well, had a Spanish test yesterday though, I'm almost certain I bombed it. Spanish is NOT my forte, to say the least. I should become an English major, much better subject for me. Jonathan FINALLY paid the speeding ticket from Cleveland off and got the warrant lifted so he could show proof of insurance and we didn't have to pay an ADDITIONAL $150. Sure hope he's learned his lesson and follows the lay of the lands, or roads I guess. Now the last ticket we have to pay off is the $330 for the suspended license, woot woot! But, of course, it doesn't end there. A lot of little things we have to do and pay in order for his license to be officially reinstated. They make you jump through hoops, it's ridiculous.

Anyway, on to the main subject of the post. My poor baby starts daycare on Monday!! :( It's a little bittersweet for me, to say the least. I have loved our summer together and was so so glad I could be there with her when she was so little and I got to be the parent I really and truly wanted to be. I'm sad that time is coming to a close, but at the same time I cannot wait for some time to myself! I feel awful for being glad I'm sending her off, that I should want to be spending time with her, but sometimes Mommy just needs a break (or a much deserved nap!) It's going to be rough for her I know, but it's never more than 5 hours at a time. 25 hours a week I think will work well for us, not entirely full time, and that's that way I want it. She's got a serious touch of separation anxiety though, and for the most part when I take her out to OSU's childcare center for the evening care while I go to class but sometimes I come back to her screaming. Poor girl. Maybe this way she can get more used to it and become her own little girl? I think I'm trying to convince myself more than anything... :(:( I also *accidentally* weaned her off the bottle. When Mol was born she wouldn't latch, I would place her at the breast in the hospital and she would promptly fall asleep. Over the summer though I was determined to get her to breastfeed because pumping was driving my nuts and breaking my budget because I was renting from the hospital. Well it was all good for a while, I got my girl to latch and we could go between a bottle and the breast, like if family would watch her she'd get the bottle but if she were with me it was breast. Now though she wants nothing to do with the bottle. At OSU one of the teachers told me Mol seemed utterly offended when the teacher offered her the bottle. Oh my poor girl. She would much rather go hungry than take a bottle. She'll eat baby food no problem though, so at least she has something in her little tummy. I hope this transition from home to daycare goes a lot smoother than I am anticipating. So this is long enough and I'm needing to get to sleep before my little one wakes back up for a night time feeding!