Pity party. Stop reading if you don't want to hear me whine. Last night, difficult child had a really long, hard baseball game in 90 degree heat. A 3-hr game. (They won.) He hadn't had dinner, had a headache, and was exhausted. He wrapped himself in a blanket and put his head down on the kitchen table. At 9:15, we told him to go to bed and he left. At 11 p.m., I went to check on him. He now sleeps on the top bunk (easy child brought home her dorm bed) so when I couldn't find him, I climbed up and pulled off the covers. No difficult child. easy child's door was locked. She's out of town. I used the key. Guess who was on her computer? I had hidden the mouse and keyboard and voila! There they were. So he had also gone into my office earlier in the evening and planned this out. I screamed at him to get out. He wanted to save his game and close out the computer properly. I wanted him out that second. Scr*w transitioning. He lit off and said, "Shut the F--- up!" about 16 X. Louder and louder, over and over. I went to use the bathroom and forgot to look at the seat b4 I sat down. Uh-oh. difficult child strikes again. Afterward, I laid in bed, just thinking of how I hate my life. Guess who overslept today? And told me to shut up when I reminded him to get up the 5th time? (We've agreed to only tell him 3X but he really can't miss any more school ... especially this close to the end of the yr.) I sat in the car and drank tea and read the paper for 20 min. until he showed up. We finally refinanced the house and got cash out to pay for the roof and siding repairs. The noise of hammering has stopped. Yay!!! But I noticed today that they missed a section in the front. And no one worked on the house all week. (Luckily, it's pay as you go so I am not out all the $). When the mortg company went to pay off our old loan and credit card, they put the money in our checking acct and pd a tiny line of credit. Uh, people, WRONG accounts!!!! As I'm checking the accts online, ghg comes up behind me and wants to know where his PS2 is. OMG. I am going to lose my mind. I met with-another lawyer today about my civil case against my cousin's broker who stole $ from her (old note on the WC) ... and he, too, passed me off to another lawyer. This is the 6th person I've talked to! I hate living in a big, small town. Conflicts of interest everywhere. And then, the AC went out. So I had to get a repairman over to the house and pay him $75 to tell me that it would cost $250 to fix but there was no guarantee because everything was corroded and it was a 30-yr-old unit. (Sort of like an old Toyota. Gotta love 'em!) He gave me estimates for another unit (hey, it's only money ... ) So Sat. a.m., I am meeting with-another dealer for more estimates. I so badly wanted to sleep in. Then the svc light on my car dashboard went on. Meanwhile, difficult child wants me to find his old PS2 so he can sell it for an Xbox. I don't have the heart to tell him that I accidentally threw it away in January, thinking that it was broken ... by the way, he apologized for his behavior last night, saying, "But if you hadn't kept yelling at me, I wouldn't have used the F word." Isn't it funny how it's always our faults when our kids can't control themselves? "Why couldn't you just say 'Stop' instead of using the F-word?" "I did that but you made me mad." Funny, Mom is mad and she hasn't used the F-word ... At this point, I am not mad. I am exhausted. Bone tired. Any cliche' you want. I can't paint, don't want to cook dinner, can't organize my office and can't even remember today's date. I forgot to pick up and drop off paintings for 2 clients this wk, even though I had written myself notes and had written it on my calendar. I have no brain left.