Well, it is done. I took the day off yesterday to finally pack up and clean out difficult child's room. It was time. She won't live here again. I would rather pay her rent somewhere than for her to live here. But, anyway, found a few little baggies looking a little cloudy, perhaps powdery. Made me so sad. But also a reminder of why I was doing what I was doing. It is now a beautiful, cheery guest bedroom. My sister and her soon to be fiancee will be coming for a week next month so I knew I had to get it done. I am actually really proud of the work I did on it yesterday. But, at the same time, SO sad. Here I have this beautiful bedroom empty and difficult child is couch surfing. Yes, I know, her choice, but still makes me feel twinges of guilt. She loved that bed so much. She has been pretty silent lately. I keep trying to check in with her and she is non-responsive. I know she is alive because I checked her phone records. I hate days like this. husband is going out of town for the next two weeks so I have to be strong by myself. I have to resist wanting to go rescue her again. On a positive note, when husband gets back we are leaving for a mini vacation to Gatlinburg alone - leaving on Thursday and coming back Sunday. My son is going on vacation to Florida with his best friend for a week so we are taking advantage. In 15 years we have never gone away alone together and neither of us have been to Gatlinburg. That is one thing I am really looking forward to!