PRC Day 4

It was parent group time again today. Two hours of HEAVY conversation. Today was about depression and suicide as it relates to teens with chronic pain. Ugh. I cried today as they talked about it. And you would be surprised to know that I have only cried twice since we have been here. Yes, I'm counting. Because the first day I didn't cry. And the second day I didn't cry. And that has got to be a record.

Things are not getting done here like they do at home. The person who does half of everything in my life isn't here. Okay, sometimes it is more than half. I'm not counting. My car is filthy. My bed isn't made. The trash needs to go out. I'm not meant to be single. It wouldn't be pretty.

We picked up Maid-Rite for dinner tonight. I ate at Maid-Rite growing up in rural Illinois but I haven't been there in 30 years. It was kind of a trip down memory lane for me. Selective memory - - only the good stuff.

Therapy dogs Timber and Tucker were at RMH tonight. And in case you have forgotten about my awesome photography skills, let me refresh your memory.

Hannah has been doing some crafting in the evenings. On my bed. That isn't made.

This program is on a rolling admission which means that the kids all start and end on different days. Hannah has started making a frame with a scripture verse in it that the kids can put a picture in of the group. That is an awkward sentence. And I don't know how to fix it. Just look at the picture. Overlook the glare.

P.S. The laundry is DONE! I love laundry. That's why it gets done. But I hate putting it away. That's why you can see it on the bed. Oh, wait. I meant to show that I do something. Ummmm - the laundry is DONE!