She will just not let me rest in peace. Today is Monday, and
I’m back at work after a very roller-coastery weekend. My husband and I had a
lot of good times—went to a play, hiked a bunch, and even socialized with
friends. However, my daughter started with some rather startling texts on
Saturday morning, and I was sick with migraines for the rest of the weekend. I
had to medicate to deal with the symptoms, and even slept through the Super Bowl!
Her first text was to tell me that she changed her mind BACK
and was moving home after all. She buttered me up a little, saying things like,
“I should listen to what my mom says,” “I do want to know how your doctor’s
visit went,” and “I’ve already reapplied at my old job and have a guaranteed position
since I left on good terms.”
It was a very nice text-only conversation, mostly because I
just let her talk and didn’t react to anything—I wasn’t excited or cynical, I
just stayed neutral and kept my nose clean! I knew what was coming, of course,
because there’s always a financial component to any of my daughter’s niceties.
She threw in a bit about being OK financially, but could I send her this month’s
installment of her birthday gift a little early as a buffer. Being a daughter “seer,”
I pretty much had already started the transfer before she said the actual words.
