So today was difficult child's first day at alternative school. He didn't put up as much of a fight about getting up as usual, but there was some protest. He did not behave 100% the way he should have at school, but he didn't do anything that earned him an extra day. As soon as we got home, he took off to his grandparent's house next door. He didn't have permission to go anywhere, but that never seems to matter to him. As awful as it sounds, I just let it go because I had a horrible headache and it was easier to just not have to deal with him. There were no major confrontations with him. He had a small argument with his older brother, but that ended as soon as easy child brought it to the attention of husband. I woluld count it as a good day, but anytime I can't see him, he could be up to anything. I don't know if he went and stole from his grandparents, managed to find an adult willing to go buy him cigarettes (which has happened before), or what else he could have gotten into. It was definitely not a bad day, but I don't know if I can call it a good day either. The truth is, I don't know if we even have good days anymore.