....and the boy STILL gets my goat! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! In true difficult child fashion he's got something in his head and will. not. let. up. His release date is coming up (in SIX flipping months!!) and he's obsessing over where he's going to go. SIX. MONTHS. We've told him repeatedly that he won't be living here. We refuse to live like that again. We love him, he's welcome to visit and even spend the night now and then but live here? Nope. And also in true difficult child parent fashion, it helps to have someone else to pin the blame on. So....I told him that we'll have our foster license by then (I hope) and he can't live here as he isn't a licensed foster parent. But....not even your own son???? (said in the most pathetic sad little voice) Um, son? You're 21 years old. When you get out you'll be 22. You are an ADULT! But he's got nothing, he has nowhere to go, no money, blah blah blah. Well let's see. We have all of your stuff from the apartment you were living in at the time of your arrest. Furniture, bedding, dishes, pans.....everything you needed in your apartment. That's obviously NOT nothing as it's taking up precious space in my house. husband had been in the shower during the majority of the conversation but the second he got out....I handed off. I was about ready to go off and I couldn't do it. And all of this means I"m going to sleep like koi tonight because every time we have a conversation about where he's going to live, especially one lie this....I have dreams that he's back here and doing the same old routine. Grrr. Where is Raoul when you need him???