Sigh…pout…sigh. *move around to make sure someone is looking at me* BIG SIGH…

Someone has been pouting….and it is not me.

My daughter appears to have reached her limit of being away from home. Yesterday she let me know that fact by saying to me “you would think after someone spent six days in the hospital they would be ready to go home”. Followed by “I am going to walk home”. My response to the latter was, “you better get started so you can get home before dark”. When I offered to fix her a little lunch she told me she was not going to eat until we went home.
All day, she sat on the couch, doing nothing except……sigh…sigh…shift position…more sighing…

In the afternoon, things turned a little…how should I say it…ugly…

It was at this point when I became angry, and asked her to go to her room for some alone time, until her attitude was better.  Of course with my daughter being thirteen, she had to have the “last word” as she headed off for her time out. 

Unfortunately for my daughter, it was at this point that I became extremely tired, again, and went to sleep for a number of hours.  I had totally forgotten to check on her and had forgotten to let her out of her time out.

When I woke up she was out of her room and seemed to have a better attitude.  I hope it lasts.

I can completely understand why she wants to go home, she wants to be around her things, in her bed, on her own schedule, and doing her own thing.  I just wish she would understand things from my perspective. 

Today, I have to drop a prescription off at the pharmacy, my mother is driving, and I will be bringing Anna along.  For some reason she loves Walgreens, so I am hoping, getting her out and about for a little bit will help her feel more like herself again.