Sheesh. I do the right thing, and as usual, get blamed for it. Yesterday, difficult child called me when I was running errands, to tell me he was walking around outside with-two friends, T and K. Who is K? A friend from school. Okay ... I'm glad that difficult child called. That was great. Later he says they're coming to the house. Okay. Then his girlfriend is coming over. And her mom said it was okay if I wasn't home, because his other friends would be there. (NOT. I know darn well she didn't okay that. Not the best mom, but not a total idiot.) I race home, to discover difficult child and his two friends, getting ready to go their own ways, so difficult child can go to his girlfriend's house. Huh? I thought she was coming over. Nope, her mom wouldn't let her. But now I am the transportation. And by the way, can his friends spend the night? Okay ... So I run the taxi svc, and pick up T and K. Once we get to the house, I ask K for his mom's number and name so I can introduce myself. He says okay, but he has to call his grandmother first. He disappears into a dark corner of the LR for 10 min and has an intense discussion on his phone. Next thing I know, he and T are going out the door to leave. difficult child ignores them and stays in his chair, gaming. I see headlights and think it is K's mom. Nope, it's T's mom. She said that K was actually staying with-his grandmother and only gave her 20 min notice about the overnight (the other boys told us in late afternoon), plus she has no idea who I am, etc. and is very angry. Completely understandable. So T's mom took K home, and T stayed at our house, overnight. difficult child said, "K could have stayed if you hadn't made him call home." Huh? I told him, in a stern voice, that what I did was perfectly normal and that he needs to communicate, and I need to know who he is and who his family is. Grrr.