my sunday

So last night daughters best friend spent the night.
We had Subway sandwiches at the coffee table. I made them put their phones away. I wanted them looking at each other rather than at their phones while they talked with each other.
I also asked them to watch "The Big C" with me.
They didn't "get it" but they did like the character that the mom puts on a diet. (I can't remember her name.)

Boyfriend's still in Colorado. 
I just spoke to him. He was at Columbine looking at the wall/memorial that sits behind the school. I could hear the sadness in his voice. It made my heart hurt thinking about it.

I love Mr. Bojangles BUT HE'S A LITTLE PAIN IN THE ASS.
I drink from a straw almost all the time. My front bottom tooth is capped. I was hit in the mouth in high school during a snow ball fight and my tooth was broken. Even after all these years it's sensitive. Thus the straw..........................Mr. Bojangles new trick is to jump on the table, grab the straw from  my drink,  take it to the kitchen and put it by his food bowls. I wouldn't mind it except that he usually knocks over my drink in the process. :O) lil shit.

Daughter went to the school counselor today.
She has intense anxiety about going to school. This has been an ongoing problem.  She insists she has a learning disability and that she's dumb. (She's intelligent and has never been told otherwise by me or anyone else as far as I know.) Her anxiety increases each day she gets closer to graduation. She's scared to death she won't be able to succeed in college......she wants to go..........but.................just talking about it brings her to tears....... it came up last night during our dinner at the coffee table.....she immediately began to cry overwhelmed by fear..........insists she's not going to a university..........but says she will go to a technical school. It feels less threatening to her. She has my blessing either way....... Even so, her anxiety is interfering with her life.
  Last night I encouraged her to lets go to therapy. Or her go to therapy alone. She suggested that she go to the school counselor.............................and she did today. She tells me he thinks she needs anti anxiety medication.......and that he plans on calling me Tuesday.
 I feel sad for her....................it's awful though to see your child struggling and to not understand why it's happening.........