So, I had difficult child doing document shredding for me, to pay me back for the two tanks of gas he charged on my credit card. The credit card he swiped from my purse a couple of weeks ago. The other day, I told him he had to finish the shredding. He pointed to the empty chair and said, "I did it all! Didn't you see that! It's gone!" Oh. Weird. It was there ... a few minutes ago ... a day ago? ... two days ago ... but with dental surgery, and Percocet, I wasn't sure. I had maids come over today to help me clean. We did a lot of work in difficult child's room. Especially sheets and blankets, which he piles on top of his mattress (no frame, no box spring) when he wets the bed, or when the cat wets the bed, or both. He just can't be bothered to strip the bed or wash them. Gross. Now that I'm feeling better, and the snow is melting, I *will* get a handyman in here to put a lock on the linen closet. Who would think? AND then, searching for the main source of the cat urine smell, I yanked a hoodie out of the corner of the bedroom, and what should I find underneath it but a pile of MY BILLS and BANK STATEMENTS. Grrrr. I knew that he and his friend had "cleaned" his room a couple of wks ago by throwing stuff in the closets, but we were chipping away at it a little at a time. Or, perhaps it was all in my mind. I just texted him to come home NOW. This is 5-yr-old behavior.