We're having some fun around here. Between the brilliant kid (780 on math SAT, 33 composite on ACT) who *refuses* to do a darn thing about figuring out where to go to college and then pouts... POUTS.... like a freaking 2-year-old because we're ticked that he missed deadline for sending scores to colleges free, and then The Diva who is really pulling out all the stops (psychiatrist appointment tomorrow - if he doesn't sedate her, he *better* sedate me).... I am just so freaking done. You know it's bad when the difficult child in the family is trying to pitch in and make peace. As usual, thank you's timing is less than stellar. I am convinced this is evolution's way of making me not fall apart when they finally do leave the nest, but quite frankly, at this rate I'm not sure I'm going to last that long. I need a vacation - far far away for a very *very* long time. Fat chance. Vent over.