Jeremy approved Mike sleeping on our couch for a little while. Which is good, because I didn't want to have to beg. I so took the mom approach, talking to him one-on-one, sitting on the end of his bed so it was me approaching him in his most comfortable environment. Manipulative, me? I had to learn something in all those psych classes.
Mike told me today about the RHD openings for fall, and it hit me as strange that, when I read the job posting on the HR website, I didn't even consider applying for it. I really have turned away from that part of my life, for a while at least. I still have a lot of healing left to do. If I know what's good for me, I won't return next summer (even though I know I won't be able to resist!). I'm just starting to get my reslife experience into perspective.
Spoke with Karlee tonight. She sounds like she is finding some perspective as well, which is good. Sometimes, crying is good, but not that kind of hopeless, my compass has no North, kind of sobbing that she was doing. That kind only makes things worse as it invites despair. I have faith that she's going to make it through.
Well off to bed, as I have to be up at six(I love overnights at the crisis center).
Goodnight, Kids. I love you.