Beth spends most of her time at her apartment. (Our daylight basement.) Her bedroom is down there, her livingroom, kitchenette, etc. So when she comes upstairs and just hangs out, I feel the need to hang with her.
I've been working upstairs, cleaning, doing laundry and about the time I sit at the computer or turn on the TV, that's when she appears and sits at the table. I've tried sitting there with her but she doesn't talk. We sit and listen to each other breathe.
I try to ask questions, "How did you sleep last night?" "Did you have a good day at work?" "What happened at bowling?" I usually get one word answers, "Fine." "Yea'. "Nothin'".
So we sit. And we breathe.
Today I didn't. She sat at the table and I continued watching the Seahawks. And I felt SO guilty! My daughter wants to spend time with me, wants to maybe say something and I'm just sitting here! But I had been cleaning all morning and was sitting down for some lunch. She eventually got on the computer, but that guilt! It's pretty powerful stuff!