My husband took my daughter to the birthday party yesterday, and I am glad he did. Apparently the birthday girl has become a closer friend than I realized, and I don't really know her beyond she's in my daughter's class. They stayed until the place closed. I would NOT have done well in a place that is basically a Chuck E. Cheese but with horrible food (even the pizza) no one wearing a costume.

It was really generous of him to go, considering his school sent him to unpaid GT (gifted & talented) teacher training today. But, it's in his contract, he has to do these things, give up Saturdays for unpaid teacher training if that's what the school wants. And tomorrow he is going to have to work at home on grading, so he basically won't get a weekend. Then, as it would happen, his school is having an open house on Tuesday, so he will have to stay late again as it really wouldn't be worth it to drive home, stay for 45 minutes or so, and drive back to the school for the Open House.

So he gave up a weekend for our daughter to go to that party, though he said it was a bit awkward. The friend is completely bilingual, but her mother only speaks Spanish, and her father has limited English. I think my husband may have known another parent there from other kid birthday parties and conversed with the other parents, but I would not have done well in that situation and would have wanted to leave the instant the cake & presents were done. Going to kid birthday parties just stresses me out. I am not good in social situations.

So even though H has a limited understanding of MI, he does understand me and knows I don't like last minute changes, especially not doing something that would stress me out.

This morning, I did OK on the running. I promised H to keep it to a more normal time for people who jog for exercise even though I would have had time (and the inclination) to run longer before he had to leave for training. We talked, and he told me he is getting concerned about me getting too thin, that I do not and should not lose any more weight, that he knows I know I need to gain weight, and that he is going to try to help, and we do have an adolescent daughter, and she is impressionable. I would never have dreamed with her quirky personality that she would worry about looks or weight, and I still think she doesn't worry about weight, but I do see her holding her hair in different styles and checking them out in the mirror, putting in a ponytail or pigtails or a headband, things she would not have been doing a year ago.

Though she doesn't get the hair styling thing from me. I've had it short for years, ever since I got it cut a mall salon by an Asian woman who did not speak English well and gave me a pixie cut instead of a bob. Well, that was a total shocker. I kept trying to communicate that she was cutting off more than I wanted, but that didn't work, and the other worker was just blow drying away and not paying a bit of attention to her non-English speaking hair stylist. Finally I gave up, figured it's just hair, it will grow back. My daughter didn't even recognize me at first; she had just turned 2 at the time, and it was a drastic & shocking change. But eventually, I got to like it, it was easier to care for, faster to dry. So now I always get it cut short.