This weekend's visit was canceled.
We have a Friday routine:
Take JJ to therapy which is halfway to the normal drop-off location.
After therapy, get her Wienerschitzel - 2 plain hotdogs. (Her requested restaurant every week.)
Take her to the park to eat and play until it's time to drop her off with dad.
Drop-off with dad.
She knows the routine.
Once I turned the car in the wrong direction during the routine and she had a meltdown.
This week, Jonathan met up at therapy on his way home from work. When therapy was over, he took JJ and I took Sarah so we could do a datenight with each girl (then next parent/daughter datenight we will switch kids).
Jenna didn't and still hasn't said a word about her visit or seeing her parents.
We were expecting a huge meltdown.
Instead,
Not. A. Word.
Nothing.
No mention of parents at all, all weekend.
Oh wait, I take that back, she mentioned her dad when we walked by a place serving beer and she said her dad drank beer. But other than that, not a word.
