This Crazy Life

We’ve had Thanksgiving.  And my daughter was present in my house.  She wouldn’t sit in the room while we ate, but then she played games with us afterwards.  We went to the in-laws house for Thanksgiving and she sat at the kids’ table while they ate.  The week before we went to Arizona to see my step-grandparents, the girls’ great, grandparents.  And she sat with us at dinner one night while we all had dinner.  She’s hanging around with us, she’s around, she’s pleasant.  Monday night she freaked out at work that her sister and sister’s boyfriend were getting into space.  They weren’t.  And they wouldn’t.  But she was afraid they did.  She couldn’t stay at work any longer.  She had to come home.  It’s snowed here so we showed her pictures of her door and only her footprints coming out.  She was able to work through her shift.  But Tuesday she told her therapist that she wasn’t having any eating disorder or OCD thoughts and no anxiety.  So no idea if she forgot about it, or if she just isn’t going to talk to her about it at all.  I know she doesn’t want a therapist, but she doesn’t usually just flat out make up stories for them.  So who knows.  But for now I’m going to enjoy the upcoming Christmas season.  We have lots of things planned.  I’m excited for all of us to participate.