It's been a long week. I realized early on that the calendar didn't work. Monday was supposed to be my quiet reading day when the church office is officially closed. I had at least 8 people come through for a variety of reasons. Tuesday I was in the office in the morning, then an afternoon meeting and an overnight retreat. After too little sleep, I was back in the office yesterday afternoon, and led the Lenten study yesterday evening. I was in bed by 9:00 last night.
This afternoon I had a meeting 70 miles away. I decided we would go out for supper tonight before choir, as I didn't want to cook. When I got home, I went into my bedroom and opened the drawer where I hide my extra cash. The money was gone.
Apparently, Daughter was searching my room Saturday, and took the money on Sunday. She says there was $160. I thought there was more, but don't know. Yesterday her program staff took her out shopping. She spent over $100. She returned about $43.
She announced she was going back to the house, and I took her. She said she knew I was mad at her, and I told her I was sad and hurt. She felt remorse. She promised to pay me back. I told her she has to bring me everything she purchased on Sunday. She said she wouldn't do her visit to the new house tomorrow. I said she would. I'm tired. I don't want to be around her right now. We still haven't figured out the pharmacy issues. I still need to write a sermon. I won't be getting my day off tomorrow.
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