difficult child had a friend over today who stayed for supper. Afterwards, they headed back over to the friend's house where difficult child was going to spend the night. They left and about 15 minutes after they left, husband noticed that difficult child forgot his medications. I called the friends house and told his mom. They weren't there yet (it is a few blocks away and they were walking) but she said she would send them back when they got there. About an hour later difficult child shows up for his medications. He had been across the street (with his friend) at our neigbor guy's place waiting on the guy to burn them a movie. This would normally not be an issue as we know the guy and it's not a problem. However, since difficult child was supposed to go straight to his friend's and we had no idea the whole time that he wasn't there, it became a problem. We told him he had to stay home because he wasn't where he said he would be, it was dark (after 9 by this time), not to mention the fact that he's on probation. difficult child argued and argued, "But I was only across the street........I do it all the time.......blah blah, This is BULLCRAP blah blah STUPID blah blah. Um......helloooooooo.......it's dark, getting late and we had no idea where you were, across the street or not. We sent him to his room and he layed in there like a toddler having a hissy fit. Hollered that it was bs, hollered that he wanted to talk to husband but that it wasn't about this, etc. He was told to go to bed and husband would talk to him tomorrow but he still kept it up. He just cracks me up (not) sometimes. We give him a little rope and he manages to snag it all up every single time. We've told him over and over that if he goes somewhere we HAVE to know where he is. Period. "Sure Dad/Mom, I understand. Not a problem." But when he gets caught.....the whole world is ending and it's all our fault. I am soooooo sick of it. The arguing, the excuses, the attitude. All of it. I hope like h*** I can find some sort of group home or assisted living for him once he turns 18 because I don't know how much longer I can keep living like this. I'm sick of the locks on our bedroom door, of him destroying things for his little "projects", of not daring to bring anything nice or new into the house because he'll do something with it. I can't even keep my own toiletries in the bathroo because he ruins/does stuff to them. I want my house back! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/919Mad.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/919Mad.gif Sorry for the length....guess I needed to vent a little. Tomorrow should be fun.