Welcome Home

Mama,

Tomorrow Aunt Elaine comes home. We bring her home with a wheelchair and a therapist is going to come to the house on Friday, but I can't remember if it's an occupational or physical therapist. She also has to get an MRI on her knee.

I told Danielle to clean up because I did it last time and she started SCREAMING at me, like it's my mess or something. She said if she'd known I was going to make her clean up she wouldn't have made such a big mess, but that's bullshit - she should have just not made such big messes and cleaned as she went. Then it wouldn't seem so overwhelming now. So she's really angry at me, even though I let her have friends sleep over twice while Aunt Elaine's been gone.

Craig left me a message saying if I cancel our next session he's going to show up at school to see me; I guess canceling twice in a row is a bad idea or something. I just felt like I wouldn't be able to lie to him about Aunt Elaine so not going seemed like the best thing to do.

We did a lot of bad stuff while Aunt Elaine was in the hospital. Mostly involving not staying in our room, sleeping on the couch and on her bed, eating weird meals, and having people over. A lot of having people over. Oh, and Josh invited me out to dinner really late Saturday night, when I said I'd have to bring my sisters he said okay, and then we decided to go into the city for it, which I know is retarded but it was fun. Alex was out way late at night and Josh gave her a piggyback ride because she was too tired to walk the last two blocks home. I went to send Danielle to bed and when I came back in the living room Josh had put Alex on the couch, taken off her sneakers and jacket and put a blanket over her. I think I like him more now.

Mark my words - Aunt Elaine will bitch about something we did or didn't do within an hour of being home. We're taking bets on what it will be about.

I wish you were coming home too,
Sam