Thursday, May 17, 2012
When I talked to Daughter yesterday evening, I asked her if she had worked things out with House Manager. She said she had, and it was hard. I acknowledged the difficulty of it and praised her for doing it. She acknowledged that she is stubborn, and also that I had warned her she'd have to keep her room clean wherever she lived. She told me she didn't like living on her own (though of course she's not really on her own). She complained that I won't let her move back home. I pointed out to her that she'd be bored, and would miss the women in her house. She started to argue, but then agreed with me. She acknowledged that Mom does know a few things about life. I call that progress.