difficult child starts Tuesday at the "Arches". Her store at the airport won't open for awhile (will be training at nearby store) and she has to get security clearance etc. She scheduled the appointment (which minors have to have parents there) for Wed. at 2:30-ummmm husband and I are working? "Oh I think you can just sign the paper work." It's an FBI background check and fingerprinting, I don't think so. I make her call the security guy to find out. We can have our signature notorized. So there goes my lunch and some of husband time so we can meet at the bank to do this on Monday. There was no thank you or anything coming from difficult child, just expectation. Meanwhile, she went to friends last night and still has not come home-it's 2:42 pm here! She did not tell us she was staying overnight. She has not called. I am not calling. But we will be expected to transport her to work when the bus schedule doesn't jive with her working hours. We will have to buy the first pass again. We will have to hound her for the money she is suppose to give us each paycheck to pay us back for the stealing, gas, and fines. We have to support the good stuff and I want her on her feet by next Sep. so she can be on her own. Last night my brother called to let me know my mother fell yet again and she is now bed ridden and there are major care issues (she only has 12 hours of nursing and she can't get out of bed). He has had to take time off of work YADDA, YADDA-MORE STRESS.. Never the less, I have to step in and help get all the paper work and calls done to Medicare and Dr. and in home nursing. She should have been addmitted-I'm so mad. difficult child sits through this whole heart wrenching thing, knows I'm stressed, and decides that she is going to add to the stress by not coming home. She does not care about her dad nor I one bit. How did I raise this kind of heartless being? As I am writing this she calls-"Hi, Mom!" Like nothing was wrong. "OMG mom you knew exactly where I was and you are still trippin?" " Umm no I am not trippin (big lie, I pretty much am), but you will be trippin your sorry little a@@ all the way home on foot, see yah!"