Daughter came in and saw me making burritos for supper. She announced she couldn't eat them. I just ignored her and continued what I was doing. She started yelling at me to leave her alone and get off her back. I pointed out she was the only one talking. I put her burrito in front of her at the table. She pushed it away. I sat down, said a silent prayer, and began to eat. She decided she'd eat.
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Still seeking a reaction, she told me I needed to take her to the psych unit right away. I asked what was going on, and she informed me that Birth Brother is coming to see her Saturday. She told me Therapist wanted her to call me and tell me right away, but she couldn't. She said he contacted her on facebook. I asked to see the message. She searched high and low, but the only thing she could come up with was a message from him on the 3rd saying hopefully he'd see her some day. She said she must have misunderstood.
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She's now at choir. Tomorrow morning the bus will pick her up at 6:30. Sunday she won't be at the house. I'll pick her up at 7:30 and bring her to the church. After church, we'll grab lunch and I'll take her back. Then I'll go to a party with my colleagues. Her time with me at Christmas is shrinking rapidly....
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She never stops trying to stir up the drama. Why does she like the psyc hospital so much? The ones I've seen while doing volunteer work assisting the art therapist seem like pretty grim places.
I've never figured that one out. Especially since last time she was in, I refused to visit every night.
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