It all started out just fine. The party. My daughter and three friends came home and set-up. I had bought tons of food the night before. They dipped strawberries, made brownies. We were to be down stairs, watching the Olympics, being invisible.
7PM - a handful arrive. It seems fine.
But by 9 no one else had come.
Tears, what happened? Did people think it was Friday? Where is your phone? MIA. More tears. Folks leave. She is on the bathroom floor crying.
Every step forward, every attempt to create a stable situation seems on the edge. Again. Parenting is hard. Being 15 is hard. How t keep it all at peace!
SATURDAY: She hadn't posted the address on her e-vite. The kids who showed knew where we lived.
DAYS TO 50: 398
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