it was workable

Each day that I took Marie to daycare it was the same story. She didn't want to go. By the time we got in the car she had forgotten where we were going. When we got there and she realized where we were, she wouldn't want to go in. By the time I got her inside, she had forgotten that she didn't want to go in. It was workable. I could live with that. I needed to work and she needed a safe environment. I began to count on her memory loss. But it felt wrong.