March 15, 2006

I spent some time last evening sitting at the table with my head in my hands, crying. It was a long afternoon. All the old fears and animosities reared their ugly heads. It makes me - us - wonder if she hasn't been spitting her meds out once our backs are turned. We're going to have to go back to watching her actually take them and check her mouth to make sure she's swallowed them.

This morning she was better with my husband at least. He said they talked and laughed at the gym and all the way to school this morning. He said she even acknowledged and apologized for her behavior yesterday. I wish I could say that makes things better and easier for me to take.