Well, darn it - JUST when I'm starting to feel like things are on an even keel again - the rug gets pulled out from under me again.
This time, it's finding out that D14 and S13 have been smoking pot, and D14 has been cutting school (WHY do they bother to take attendance if they're not going to call the parents when they go missing??????)
My stomach is in such a knot right now, I can't tell you. And of course this means another big "project", as neither of them can be unsupervised after school now, and there will be random drug tests to administer, and certain "friends" they will not be allowed to see. They've just lost a big chunk of their freedom, and of course, that means so have I!!!
We'll get through it, of course, but right now I'm just really having a lot of trouble with that whole "shifting reality" thing - you know, like when your spouse dropped the bomb, and the whole life you thought you had broke apart and shifted into something else entirely? This is the third time in three years and I'm really starting to feel a little like a post-traumatic stress patient!!!
Can't I just go to sleep and wake up in five years when they're all grown?
