Saturday - I'm having a sad day. I talked to difficult child last night, trying to find out her plan, she was in the bar in a town near here, so I told her to call me today, I won't talk to her when she is drinking. Apparently she is not coming home for the weekend. She had emailed prior and told me she got her last paycheck from her most recent job - $224, so I'm sure I know where all that went. Of course she didn't get around to calling today either, so finally I called to where she is to see what the plan is, I wouldn't say this to her, but I really don't want them coming here to load her stuff when I'm not home. She is at a town about an hour away and thinks they should get here in about 2 hours to get her stuff. We took the futon apart (AGAIN) and moved it to the deck. How I would love for her to be moving to go to school as we had planned, how I would love to pack her up with meat, veg. canning, a basic supply of kitchen goods, help her fix her place. But no, she has to run away to some place that I can't easily get to. And she of course has to show me how important being drunk is to her. On her bed room door is a poster size picture of her with her little dog when she was in Kindergarten. Why did my little girl not stay nice?