I've had the entire day to myself, to paint, write, clean, whatever ... and all I've done is go for a walk, take a shower, and go back to bed. I am overwhelmed, and depressed. It is overcast and gloomy and the leaves are falling like rain. difficult child gets his report card today. I got impatient, and went online and found his grades ... a very average student, with-the exception of tech ed and PE, which don't "count," and in which he gets A's. Sigh. I have no idea how Spanish ended up as a B. Amazing. Social Studies is either a D or F. The gradebook says F, but the final grade says D. I think the teacher is passing him on because he knows that difficult child is actually learning something, but is not turning in his work. We are going to meet next week ... if I don't have jury duty all week. Oh yeah ... I had to call Verizon again because difficult child racked up another $200 on another phone line (that makes the two land lines, his cell ph, and the credit card, totalling nearly $700) and I just went back to bed instead of dealing with-it. After noon, things seemed better, so I called and blocked the 900# feature, and they are investigating the rest and making sure we don't get sent to collections. Not the kind of thing that is conducive to creating watercolors and poetry ... I got the MRI results over the phone from P's neurologist. Lots of mini-strokes, and brain shrinkage, so a combination of age-related dementia and strokes. Her memory is never coming back. And she is sooooo high maintenance. husband and I had a bunch of friends over Sat night for a wine tasting party. It was great fun, but husband pulled a muscle in his shoulder and his hip. You know how you're on a high after a party and want to plan the next one? All he wanted to do was play Sudoku and ice his injuries. He is overworked and also overwhelmed and does not do anything to get himself out of his own rut. I mean, he owns his own clinic. So he does't play baseball with-difficult child, just comes home and watches the occasional movie with-him, goes to therapy once a mo, and thinks that's enough. Sorry, just had to get this off my chest. Since difficult child has had his computer disassembled, he is now going to friends' houses and using their computer games. He hasn't done any homework and now, isn't even reading at night because he and his girlfriend talk for hrs at a time. I'm the Bad Guy, making him turn off his phone, because husband goes to bed earlier than we do. I am so sick of this! I know I've said this before, but I need to come up with-at least $60,000 to send difficult child to a boarding school. I think it would make a huge difference in his life. What we are doing right now is just coasting. husband is happy because no one is fighting, but this is the proverbial ostrich-with-its-head-in-the-sand approach. Thanks for listening.