#welfarecheck

Today has been a bit of a long day.  The day started with my niece coming by to bathe my MIL.  She comes by usually three times a week.  God, I love that girl!  I am with her pretty much 24/7 365 days a year, so it is always nice when someone else in the family steps up to the plate to help out, especially now that I am nursing a stress fracture and will most likely be on crutches another month or so.

I was expecting my daughter to come spend the night tonight.  She has school tomorrow.  Her boyfriend’s car is torn up, so he has been taking her car to work.  He is a chef at a local restaurant and has to open in the morning.  She has to be at school at 8.  She had told me she would come here to spend the night to keep me from having to drive 32 minutes to her place to get her and take her to school.  I have waited to hear something from her all day and I have gotten nothing. I have messaged her, I have called her, I have texted her and her boyfriend...nothing.  She lives with her boyfriend, although they are no longer in a relationship, just roommates, but they have a 3-year-old son, my only grandchild.

I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks among other things and I am really starting to freak out.  All sorts of bad scenarios are running through my mind. I need to go to sleep in case she brings my grandson early in the morning, but how can I sleep when I don’t know what is going on?  She hasn’t been on Facebook since Saturday that I can tell.  That is quite unusual.  I am just about to the point I want to call the police department and ask them to do a welfare check.  Her boyfriend has a bit of a temper.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid.

My nephew’s stepdad just died in a hunting accident.  His funeral is Thursday. He was only 51.  I hate it for his family.  They are good folks. This guy raised my brother’s son, then he and my ex-SIL had two more children together.  All three kids are married.  My nephew has three children, and his sister has one, but the youngest son doesn’t have any yet. I’ve been broken up about this since it happened.

Now, my daughter won’t contact me or is it she can’t?  Do I get in the van and drive 32 minutes to check on them?  I don’t have a key to their mobile home.  I don’t want to wake them if they are sleeping. She is supposed to be in school at 8 AM. Yes, she does this to me all the time.  I shouldn’t even worry, but when you suffer from anxiety and panic attacks, you can’t stop them. What to do?  What to do?