I need to go walk on a beach somewhere

It's that time of year when my whole body longs for the beach, when I would normally be gearing up for spring break someplace warm and covered with palm trees. And there is no beach to be had.

I realize how incredibly petty and silly this is, to be depressed about this.

We've been incredibly lucky with how well Lana is transitioning - truly we are. My issues with Lana, for the most are MY ISSUES. She is attached to Husband and Gabriel, and is beginning, by bits and pieces, to attach to me, and it is unreasonable to ask for more than that at this point.

She could be curled up in a ball in a fetal position smacking her head repeatedly against the floor. Instead she is giving us a hard time about pedaling her new Barbie Princess bike. That's her biggest issue - not pedaling. She's not stupid, so, we figure, you know, eventually, she'll give in and start to pedal.

She eats, she sleeps (mostly), she loves her pre-school, she plays with her cousins, her English improves every day. What more could we ask for?

Evidently, I could ask for the beach. I can't have it (not this year anyway.) But, I can ask.

But, the answer is still no. No beach for me.

Sad and melancholy in the midwest,
LM