I was pondering life with Daughter this morning as I unlocked the food. I'd locked the cake for today in the car. I discovered that she'd wet on one of my recliners in the family room. She twice dressed in inappropriate clothing for church. When she finally put on appropriate clothing, I had to send her back in the bedroom to hang up the clothes she'd taken off. I knew she had dumped them on the floor, and later would put them in the hamper rather than hang them back up.
After the choir sang, she went down to the children's Sunday School. She didn't want the other children showing her cousin around. Then when we got home, she didn't want to have anything to do with her cousin. Yesterday she didn't want all these people coming to her party; today she was disappointed that Baby Nephew and his family couldn't come.
I enjoyed the day. I'm exhausted, but it was a good day. I'm not too worried about whether Daughter enjoyed it or not. I don't think she could give me an honest answer. I'm not sure she knows whether she enjoyed it.