It seems the last couple of weeks in the church office have been about seeing how much work we can cram into a week. This week the worship committee met Monday night, I had a memorial service Tuesday night, a Blue Christmas service Wednesday night, and choir practice Thursday night. We had to do 4 bulletins and a newsletter in the office.
Monday-Wednesday I ate supper at the church. Last night I took Daughter out for supper before choir. Today is my day off, and I'm taking it. Tomorrow I have a bell choir rehearsal at 10:00 for Sunday's concert, which is at 3:00. I need to make some food for the reception following the concert. This coming week should be easier-- I only have 3 nights at the church.
Daughter decided to add some excitement to the week by claiming one of the men at her program was sexually harassing her. She kept calling me, and I kept referring her back to the staff there. Her case manager called and filled me in. The man in question is heavily drugged, and during breaks stands by the lockers swaying and staring off into space. Daughter claimed he was staring at her. She had quite a story. After talking to Case Manager, I was ready for Daughter's call. She had worked on a plan with Home Owner about stopping the harassment, which she said included groping. I informed her I had spoken to Case Manager and to cut it out. I said staring off into space was not sexual harassment and if it bothered her, she should sit so she couldn't see him. She texted Home Owner and told her to forget everything she had said.
The next day Social Worker at program called me for advice on how to handle it. I told her I suspected the problem had been solved by my conversation with her. Home Owner had sent out an email about her conversation to everyone on the team but me. I told her it was possible that he was behaving in a way that was triggering her PTSD, which could make her very reactive and lead to exaggerations. I suggested that if she complained again, she tell Daughter she had talked to me and she would have to go to one of the other programs (away from her friends) until she felt safe. Social Worker reported that Daughter had stopped complaining.
Yesterday Daughter was at the church, and was very helpful and cooperative. We gave her as much work as we could, and she did it all without complaining. As I was driving to her house to pick up her supper time pills (which staff forgot to give her), she told me I looked tired. I informed her I was tired and reminded her I'd been at the church every night that week. She does not understand that I am working when she isn't with me. She just can't seem to comprehend that.
Today I'm being very lazy. With my comfortable new adjustable bed, I have it adjusted so I'm sitting up and reading and spending time on the computer. I'm warm and comfy. It makes for a wonderful day off. Unfortunately, I need to get up and get some of the chores done that I didn't get to through the week.