I am almost done with Dassi's wimple for religious school consecration on Sunday. I am rather pleased with it considering how little time I had to create it and also considering that I had never heard of a wimple before. There's only one little mistake--the vav in Dassi's middle name in Hebrew looks a bit too much like a resh. I tried to make the resh longer, but it doesn't help too much. I wonder if I used wite-out if it would look terrible. The only thing I have left to do is iron on the English letters. Unfortunately, I left my iron at TJS so I either have to find a neighbor to lend me theirs for 15min or go buy a new one.

Tomorrow I am taking Dassi to the Philadelphia Zoo. It is my first long distance trip alone to a big city, but it is a shorter drive than Wooster to Xenia. Hopefully, it will go allright. It is just a day trip as Dassi has Hebrew School Sunday morning.

I was very ticked off with Dassi this evening. I thought she had gone to bed, but she appeared in the living room covered in white powder 45 mins after I thought she was asleep. In my room, I discovered she had mixed shoe powder with my rather expensive Dead Sea Body Butter and decorated my vanity. I sent her to her room. She yelled that she was hungry. I told her she could have bread and water. I got her bread and water and told her she could eat it or starve. I went in to clean up my room and when I came out she was asleep on the couch.

Not much is new. Dan is giving me a hard time because he found out in July that my friend's au pair let Dassi ride in the front seat when she took her to the pool. Let me tell you that this trip was less than 2/10's of a mile, in a car that was going less than 5 mph and on a private road at that. Not only that, but I didn't even know about it until after it happened. He is causing a huge fuss about it. He is such a pratt. Now, while he is causing a fuss about something that I can't do anything about, both the phys ed teacher and her classroom teacher as well as I have noticed that the lunches he packs for Dassi are full of carbs and have hardly any protein. Today's lunch consisted of a small peanut butter sandwich, graham crackers, goldfish, fig newtons, a granola bar, and an apple. Despite the fact, that I have pointed this out several times, he continues to chose to ignore me. Don't you think he should be concerned about his daughter's nutrition?

It never fails. I haven't made it to a Yom Kippur Service in three years. I always end up getting sick somehow. This morning I woke up with a horrendous head cold. I went to work at Disney but Judy sent me home after awhile because I was using too many tissues. I went home, had a bit of dinner and promptly fell asleep. I woke up two minutes before services were to start. Technically, I still could have made it JST (Jewish Standard Time) but I still feel lousy, and I somehow doubt the cantor would've appreciated a "horn" accompainment to Kol Nidre. So, I am just taking it easy for now. Thank G-d, I have tomorrow off so I can really rest up.

In other news, Dassi started to read. My spelling of bad words days are over. Maybe I can just switch to swearing in German? Anyway, Dassi cried at school on Friday. She wanted to go home with me. It's the hardest thing I have to do. I kiss her, tell her I lover her, but it's Papi's turn, and then I walk away. I also feel a little gulity for secretly feeling gleeful whenever she says that she doesn't want to go with her father. I'm sure it's normal and human, but  it's a bit... I don't know...wrong, maybe, for me to feel this way. Well, I have her Monday and Tuesday and hopefully we can make up for lost time. She'll be very pleased when she gets home tomorrow--the little girl that I tutor outgrew her dollhouse and gave it to Dassi. (Dassi doesn't know yet.) I have it all set up for her for when she gets home. Her little eyes will pop out of her head.

I triumphed over the dishwasher today. The handle got stuck and the door wouldn't lock, so naturally, no clean dishes. I got out my screwdrivers and a hammer and after some light pounding and heavy swearing, the handle now works again. Of course, I should start thinking of saving for a new dishwasher--it is after all more than 30 years old. I better be prepared for it to croak at any moment.

Well, I'm going back to sleep.

I saw the surgeon today. He says everything looks good. I had a tiny infection where the incision had scabbed over in my belly button, but he drained it and told me to keep Neosporin on it. He said to keep taking it easy and not to lift over ten pounds for another three weeks, but otherwise I was good to go. Working at Disney was easier tonight. Gary was worried that I was doing too much, but I told him that while, yes, towards the end of the shift I was hurting a bit, it was getting a little easier day by day, and I needed to keep working to get back to where I was before the surgery. As long as the shifts weren't longer than 5 hours I can handle it. And tonight, I did a decent job. I was mostly ringing and folding t-shirts, but I did some light filling as well.

Dan came over this morning to pick up Dassi's costume for the play she is in tomorrow. We mapped out the schedule for sharing Dassi from now til the new year. I will have her Mondays and Tuesdays. Dan has her Wednesdays and Thursdays. Then we alternate weekends.

John came over and fixed the rails on  Dassi's bunkbed. Unfortunately, the mattress that I thought I would use for the top doesn't fit. It's too small. So, I will have to save up to get her a mattress so she can sleep up there. I left the cot mattress up so she can at least play up there.

I've lost some weight. I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, and I am definitely slimming down. Yes!

I've just watched Doctor Who: The Dead Planet--which was the Easter special. It is complete crap. I hope the other specials are better.