Wednesday can't some soon enough

Last night, she came into the kitchen with a woe-is-me look and asked what time we had to go to our group session the next day. I told her we didn't have it on Monday and her whole body perked up with relief. I told her we would be going every Wednesday. This morning, same thing: she asked what time we had to be downtown and I said we're not going downtown today--it's every Wednesday. An hour later she walked into my workspace and said, "so we don't have to go to my stuff today?" I said no, Wednesday. And then I said, "I really enjoyed my session. I'm looking forward to Wednesday. Did you not like your session? Why are you dreading this so?" She said no reason, just her natural negativity. 

About 30 minutes ago she seemed to have it down, but wanted to be sure--"We don't have to go to my doctor stuff today, right?" Right. Just now she asked again and I said, "I think you keep a calendar somewhere because you keep asking what day it is. On that calendar you should put a big circle around every Wednesday." As I was writing this post she handed me a sheet of paper with the group sessions and dates written on it. "I wonder if these are the dates?" she asked. I said yes--those are the 12 Wednesdays that the group will meet. 

It's only 11 o'clock on Monday morning.