What's that saying? "Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"? I got up early to get ready for a team meeting at the high school this morning. difficult child was grumpy anyway because the meetings "don't do anything" and he didn't want people to know. (Yeah like we're going to do it in the middle of the commons at the high school with signs saying "mental health team meeting for C---- G---".) As we're walking into the school, I notice a bulge in his back pocket......get close enough to see into his pocket and it's his gameboy. Asked him for it and he of course lies and tells me it's his wallet. Ask again and as he hands it to me I told him that he's been warned and it's now gone permanently. (been having problems with him taking it to school or sneaking it to bed to play half the night) The little snot looks me dead in the eye and in a (threatening???) tone of voice, says "It's NOT gone." I just kept walking and said in an offhand manner, "It's not up to you." He then changes tactics and says he's not going to the meeting. Um........it's YOUR team, yes you are. So we're sitting in the office waiting on the rest of the team.....they never show. We got our wires crossed on the location. Siiiiiiiiigh. As he stands to leave, I notice his jeans. Oh, excuse me.......MY jeans, that he's wearing. Again.(How a 6'2" bean pole can wear my size 12 jeans is beyond me) I've taken them from him multiple times because he seems to think that since he's already taken them from me and slit them at the ankles so that I won't wear them, then he should be able to keep them. (Ohhhhh I see.......steal something from someone, ruin it for the owner and then get rewarded by being able to keep it? Suuuuuuuure. Not a problem.) I thought they were mine yesterday when he had them on but he showed me the label on the waist band and they were a different brand. Just goes to show I need to look closer. He had taken the label from another pair of jeans and taped it onto those then covered it with his belt. But of course this time was my fault because I left them out in the bathroom which, as we all know, makes them (or any of our things) fair game. Before I leave the office the girls let me know that he had a t-shirt and pair of sweats from the school that he was loaned to wear after his jeans ripped at school, taking him out of dress code. (why this required a t-shirt also is beyond me) So when I get home I ventured into THE PIT to see if I can find the clothes. I'm always finding cd's of mine or husband's in there that he's taken from the stereo in the living room to listen to in his room. This time I find cd's from MY CAR. So now not only can I not leave ANYTHING of mine lying around MY house but I apparently can't leave things in my car either. I am just sooooooooo sick of living like this. I can't leave anything out in my own home. I don't even have anything of mine except a hair dryer and my contacts in the bathroom. Nothing. I have a little caddy I carry my toiletries in when I take a shower or get ready. It has my shampoo, conditioner, hair stuff and deoderant in it. If I leave any of this in the bathroom it disappears. Curling irons? I used to have two. They were left in the bathroom and the cords were cut off. Make up compact? Had one. The powder was dug out, dropped all over the floor and the case made into something. (also using my snap on sunglasses from my glasses) He turns 18 in March but won't graduate until Jan 09 at the earliest. I don't know if I've finally reached the end of my rope or if it's the countdown till he's 18 but I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fed up. I feel nothing but resentment towards him most days anymore. At best, he doesn't get on my nerves when he breathes. People tell me, "Well just MAKE him leave your things alone" Eh????? And just how do you propose I do that genius????? Do you think if we all chip in we can buy our own private tropical island somewhere to use as our own mental health respite?