difficult child stole the remaining one dollar bills out of my wallet sometime yesterday or this a.m. I have two ones left. I normally sleep with-my purse but we had company Sat and Sun nights and I forgot to bring my purse upstairs. He lied about it, of course. (His lips were moving. No, wait, that was last time. His text was smoking.) I think we have to tally how much he has pd from what he owes us, and then reinstate his allowance, but put it in a special acct and spend it when WE pay for things, so that emotionally, he will feel like he has money, (I think that's part of his motive for stealing, because he thinks no matter what he does, we say "no,") but financially, he won't actually have cash in hand. I will discuss it with-the therapist tomorrow. I woke up at 4:30 with-a horrid migraine and threw up. I was finally able to take some Imitrex and keep it down and made it back to bed at 6 a.m. difficult child of course woke me up around 8 a.m. demanding the cord and I told him he had chores and gave him some, verbally, but he was back in 5 min. demanding again. I told him I would give him the cord on MY schedule, not his, and he is not the mom. He did a half-*assed job on the chores and I had to be somewhere so I ran out the door and just hope it worked out. husband was car shopping for easy child and I couldn't get a hold of him until after difficult child had been picked up by his girlfriend's mother ... because he went to the beach with-his girlfriend and actually went swimming (in his clothes, no less) but had a good time. When he got home, I said, "Did you have a good time?" and he refused to discuss it with-me, which I suppose is typical teen, but he shouts so it seems so mean when he yells, "I had a good time! So what? Shut up and let me play my game." Sigh. The girl's mother never bothered to call me (this is the cutter whose mom is clueless and I wonder why she thinks her daughter doesn't wear a cute swimsuit when she swims?) so I left a msg on her cell ph with-both of my numbers. She did not call me back, but difficult child finally called me and gave to the ph to the girl's mother while they were on their way home. I thanked her for taking the kids and said I had heard rumors that they might go, but never knew for sure until difficult child called me and said he was leaving the house. I told her I'd left a msg on her cell with-my ph #s for future ref. She said, "Oh, okay." And of course she didn't ring the doorbell either picking up or dropping off so there's no way I can actually talk in person to the Invisible Mom Who Doesn't Communicate. (On the few occasions when difficult child has been to their house, I have gone to the door and spoken with-them.) husband called one of difficult child's friends and asked him how much the new game cost (a new game that appeared magically last night) and the friend said, "Oh, nothing, I just gave it to him." So *that* little plan didn't work. And difficult child ran out of Imiprimine 2 nights ago ... I guess we miscounted, and his psychiatrist appointment is tomorrow at 5:30. A local kid from the same school where easy child graduated, and where difficult child went for 1 yr, who just graduated this weekend drowned today, and it is so tragic, and all I can think of is that at least difficult child swam at a diff beach and came home safe. When easy child told me the news a little bit ago, I felt like throwing up. So, even though he said he doesn't feel like he's part of this family and I'm not his real mother and his bio mother isn't either and he refuses to respect me or listen to me, at least he came home safe. I can hardly wait for therapy in the a.m. (Two appts in one day are a very bad idea, but this is all that the doctors could fit in. That's another reason difficult child hates me because I always tell him the bad news. It's on the calendar and he's supposed to look, but rarely does.) easy child's internship is in the same office, so she will have to slip into work when we're in the middle of therapy and shut the door behind her so we don't run into one another in the hallway. What a 3-ring-circus. At least I was able to pick up my Imitrex today so I can sleep with-o another migraine.