I swear, lately every time difficult child talks to me my head is going to just pop right off. She's not being bad or argumentative, it's just the stuff that comes out. First it was rats. We have 6 cats and a dog that was bred to hunt small game. Yeah, let's have rats in the house. But, she presented a good argument and she's paying for everything and trying to get a job. Which translates into: she wore me down. Then it's keeping me up til 5am obsessing and catastrophizing (someone tell me if that's the right word so I don't feel like an idiot). And no solution is suitable. "difficult child sometimes there are no good choices; you just have to decide which is bad and which is worse. It's just the way life is sometimes." Now, she wants a tatoo. 3 X's in a vertical row. It stands for the Straight Edge lifestyle. I told her before that there would be no tatoos before she's 16. Did I mention she makes me tired? And that we're soon going to have 3 rats in the house?