I met with the school psychologist on Monday and she was very sympathetic. We were supposed to have a meeting today to discuss my idea of letting Robyn do independent study during those troublesome reading and social studies classes in the middle of the day, but that didn't pan out.

Last night when I tucked her in, I told Robyn to try to keep telling herself that things were going to get better, that help was on the way, that her mamma was going to get things set up for her. That really seemed to make her feel better. I also promised her that she will have friends again, that she just has to be patient. I hope my promises don't turn out to be untrue.

Well, I just love her so.