OMG. I don't know how much more of this stuff I can take. I am at my wit's end. Jory is mad because he kept bugging me to go outside, and finally he bugged enough so that my answer was NO. I told him he needed to start cleaning his room first. He said NO. I told him he needed to clean his room before I could even CONSIDER letting him go outside. He ignored me and pulled out his GameBoy. I told him to give it to me, and he snarled, NO. I told him he could give it to me and lose it for two weeks, or I could TAKE it from him and he'd lose it indefinitely. He ran from me in the house, destroying everything in its path, and then ran outside. I called DH, since he was just getting off work, and Jory ran out of the complex and was walking along the side of the street. OMG I wasn't sure if I should be petrified or furious. I think I was a little of both. DH came from work (he works next door to where I work, so he got there really quickly) and Jory ran from HIM, too. Jeremy is faster than me (although I'm a big girl, can run pretty fast when I'm mad or upset) and caught him. He is taking Jory to the police station to talk to an officer about what happens to kids who run away from home.

We have an appointment with the psychiatrist a week from Wednesday. It was originally supposed to be a week from today, but for some reason he's not going to be in the office. I tried to get in earlier in the week, but there wasn't anything available. I'm going to call back Monday morning and go ahead and take one of their mid-day appointments. Jory needs his mood-stabilizing meds raised, because I cannot and WILL NOT live like this.

Jeremy is bi-polar and we have just now gotten a handle on that so that there isn't any more blowups, no more walking on eggshells with him. Now it's Jory. Tell him no and he flies off the handle. I told him no to a simple thing, too. Jory wanted to type up a report for school, but I told him that since he had just destroyed the contents of his room, there was no way I was going to let him use my lappy and printer for school. I am afraid that if I do he'll get upset and destroy those, too, and then I will be REALLY angry.

Thanks for letting me vent, girls. I really needed it. I didn't know what else to do, I was about to call the police. But yet I didn't want to do it, because Jory isn't quite ten years old yet. I just have had it. I was planning on scrapping tonight but I don't even know if I can now. I'm too upset. At least I am right this second. In a few hours, it might all change. I just know I'm thisclose to tears. Tears won't do any good right now, it'll just upset Lizzie.

You missed it last week, Tink, I was quoting "Friends." I quoted the part about the "moo" point.

Joey: It's like a moo point.

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Joey: You know, it's like, a cow's opinion. It doesn't matter.

Tink, next time you're in Boston stuck like that, get ahold of me! I'll come rescue you!