Daughter is back in the deep hole. She spent most of the time she was home yesterday sleeping. Nice Guy had called and wanted to pick her up to go swim and play basketball at the Y with some of his friends. The last time Daughter was in a car with NG, he wouldn't let her use her cell phone and wanted to go to the court house to get married. So I wouldn't let her go. I told her I'd take her to the concert in the park Friday, and she could hang out with him there, but she wasn't going to get in a car with him. She was furious, of course.
I also pointed out she owes me $20. She took the plastic I had wrapped around her mattress of and threw it away. Since I spent $20 on it, she gets to pay me back. It's hard to earn money when all you do is sleep. The gift shop is closed today for a staff inservice, so it could be a very long day. She apologized this morning, but has not expressed any desire to be productive. Secretary and I will be in the office this morning, and she can't be home alone, so she'll probably sit there and pout. This afternoon I have some more nursing home visits to make, and I'm sure she'll be frustrated with that, as well.
I informed her this morning that until she begins to work off that $20, she shouldn't expect me to do her any favors. Last night when I finally insisted that she come downstairs and get her insulin, pills, and bedtime snack, I pointed out that she could refuse to do anything around the house, but I still had to work and take care of her. I wasn't real happy when I went into the kitchen and discovered she hadn't even taken care of her supper dishes.
I know and understand that she's scared about the move. We've been talking about it and she knows things she can do to help make it easier. She has big plans for a scrap book about the move. Her stress, though, does not give her the right to refuse to do any work. It will be interesting to see if she's able to turn it around to day. I suspect it will be a challenge for her given the disruption in her routine, but we'll see. She wants me to make her an appointment with the dentist, but has refused to brush her teeth since Sunday. I told her I didn't see why I should make the time to get her to the dentist when she refuses to do the minimum amount of oral hygiene. That resulted in some not so nice language coming my way. It could be a very long day.