I think my antidepressant took the day off yesterday. Everything made me cry. Fortunately, I have therapy today. Saw both of my sons over the weekend. Friday was our first family therapy session with the youngest son and it went much better than expected. So, I guess I got my hopes up. But yesterday the residential treatment facility emailed that he'd gotten suspended for the 7th day this year and that for the 4th straight week, he was refusing to do his therapy treatment work. My husband and I called him last night. We weren't the "hang in there you can do it" parents for him this time because we've been very positive for months now and it doesn't seem to work for this kid. We laid out the facts of life including the unfortunate fact that even though he's only 12, he has 100% control over his life. He can choose to do his court ordered treatment now, or he can either return to juvenile detention or be placed in a level one lock down unit and work on his ODD and conduct issues first. Either way, he will have to return for the court ordered treatment. It doesn't matter to "the system". They are perfectly willing and able to keep him till he's 18 then turn him over to the adult authorities. This kid hates being told anything he does is wrong, so as is his usual, he starts talking very soft (so his dad who is deaf in one ear can't hear him). When I told him he was being disrespectful and reminded him the short term satisfaction he gets from his behavior has long term consequences, he quit talking completely. So, I ended the call with him. On a good note, my oldest son has begun part 3 of 4 of his therapy. (The youngest boy is on part one still.) Then on top of all of this my 26y/o daughter who was medically discharged from the military was told she would need surgery on both of her knees (they won't do both at the same time) to put pins in the tibia bone to hold the knee cap in place. She will be incapacitated for about 10 weeks with physical therapy 3x week. She lives thousands of miles away from me. We told her we can not come to her for support, but she and her 2 anti-social cats are welcome to come home for those weeks. It's going to be rough because the younger kids think they can copy her (I treat her as an adult but she's a bit immature and VERY opinionated). I get along with her, we have a lot of fun together, but only if no one else is around. She and dad butt heads because they both expect the other to shut up when he/she starts talking and it usually ends in a fight. Anyone remember Seinfeld? SERENITY NOW!!! I'm getting an early start because practice makes perfect!