Beginning this week, Daughter will be going to the sheltered workshop two days a week. She requested this at the planning meeting last month.
Last night, after our final party of the season, she was helping me clean the kitchen. She went on this rant, raging about how she wasn't safe at the workshop, and she didn't want this, and the staff harassed her, and she didn't belong there. I didn't respond much, and she continued shouting (and occasionally crying) for 10-15 minutes. The entire time, she was working. It was surreal. When she finally stopped, I told her that I knew it was scary and I suspected once she got there today she'd feel better about it.
The kitchen is now back to normal. The 5 leaves are out of the table. The 12 extra chairs have been returned to the basement. The punch bowl and large coffee pot are back on the basement shelf. It's amazing how much room there is now with all of that put away.
Our last party yesterday evening went well. It was funny, though, I had a hard time getting them to go get their food. I realized we were a bunch of ministers, accustomed to being last in line at church suppers.
Today I brought lunch and supper, and will be here until after this evening's meeting. The next couple of weeks will be very busy. Lots of good things happening, and lots of work.