January 6, 2006

The drive home yesterday was pretty much the same as the day before. She is sullen and sulky and not at all happy to see me. She plays her iPod so loud that it's difficult for the rest of us to converse with each other or to even listen to what's playing on the radio. I know this is normal and to be expected, but ... *sigh*

She had work last night. It must have gone well because she came home in a fairly good mood. She was conversational and friendly. Maybe it's just me she hates.

I look at her and I see this beautiful, amazing, intelligent, multi-talented angel who is filled with so much sadness and anger and confusion that it just makes my heart break. How do I help her see just how amazing she really is?

My husband and I are flying out of state tonight for a funeral. My parents will be staying with the kids while we are gone. I hope all goes well for them. I'm sure it will. They are more than experienced in dealing with this sort of kid - they work in juvenile corrections. I'm trying to not worry. Really, I am.