If you read my note from the other day, remember where I said we'd gone to the clinic Sat. night to watch "Avatar" because husband has a big screen, and difficult child kept running into the back to play on the computer? And husband didn't seem to make a big deal out of it? Today, husband said he thought difficult child was in the restroom. Oh, come, on. The entire computer system is down. 100 patients scheduled. No way to know who really has an appointment, how to book the rest of the appts, who has ins, who's in collections, staff can't pay bills, can't file ins, can't write letters. Computer specialist says it's a worm or something. He was able to retrieve the history and the last thing on the screen--a bunch of free virus checks that were downloaded. Somebody trying to cover their tracks ... The other items were 4 websites, only one of which matches the one difficult child admits going to. (Some kind of game called "Fish.") husband is going to make difficult child pay for the computer repair. I think we should speed up the process and have difficult child sell every single game, disc, toy, you-name-it. We've both spoken with-difficult child already. He insists it isn't his fault because he didn't know the site was infected. (Never mind that he wasn't supposed to be on the computer in the first place.) He insists it isn't fair to be punished for something he didn't know. I just can't figure out how his mind works. Meanwhile, husband and his staff are running around like a bunch of chickens with-their heads cut off, trying to look professional and keep the pts coming in and going out in an orderly fashion. My ofc door is locked and I'm afraid to go out. difficult child keeps approaching me and begging me to go on the computer. This is SO much like when my elderly cousin kept begging me for Oxycodone even when she was on a high enough dose to kill a horse. I will NOT be an enabler.