difficult child disappeared husband's cell phone. husband and I got new ones when our plan renewed. husband's new phone went into the pool twice (difficult child sneaks it when it's just laying around and drops it in). His phone doesn't work now, so I gave him my new one; I can't use it becasue I work in a secure facility and can't have camera phones and use my old candy bar on. Saturday husband and difficult child were cleaning out the shed and the phone was on the picnic table. husband went upstairs just for a minute to get some aspirin; he's had a migraine for three weeks now (we think it's high blood pressure). That's all the time it took. difficult child threw it in the pool, then two minutes later denied all responsibility. He was the only one around: my kids were gone, daughter was cleaning her room, I was on the couch reading. I was upset and went out the front to pace and keep my peace. I walked past a parked car that we are renovating. In the back seat was a the first Harry Potter book from a boxed set I got my son for Xmas. difficult child has stolen the Harry Potter books endlessly and for Xmas got his own set. They disappeared about a month ago--now my son's is hidden in the back seat of an unused car. difficult child says he has no idea how it got there. Gee, that's only one of his favorite spots to hide his uniforms, shoes, and once a pair of glasses belonging to my son. It never ends. No one cares. It's not a big deal to the world. And this endlessness makes life hell. Just a vent, just complaining.