Since I have decided not to hide the real me now that most of you know me, here is the latest.

My foster son, J. went home for the weekend like he always does. I love it when he goes home! Isn't that terrible? I don't what know what it is, but there are things he does that have really built up over the last 3 months that drive me crazy. Just to validate my feelings, my husband feels the same and he has the patience of Job. Lisa can verify that!

Anyway, His dad brought him back on Sunday afternoon with the usual crying episode and we visited for a minute to let J. calm down. His dad told me they had had alot of problems with him this weekend. he wouldn't take his pill to go to bed. He takes one to wake him up in the morning for ADHD and one to put him to sleep at night. They were up until 3 a.m. with him. This floored me. It's like this kid has a split personality when he goes home. I said that he doesn't get a choice. You make him take it. The dad said that he wouldn't short of hog tying him and shoving it down his throat. To that I said, "Yea? Is that a problem?"

The best part was, after his dad left, I noticed J was not wearing his glasses. I asked him where they were and he said he didn't know, then he said he couldn't find them, then he said he'd left them at home. I looked in his back pack and there they were! Broken in half. HIS 300 DOLLAR GLASSED THAT TOOK A MONTH TO MAKE!!!!!!! That was it. I lost it! I sent him to his room to go to bed at 4 in the afternoon! I had to or I would have killed him! I was not using pretty language either! I called up the ex-wife where J's family hangs out. J's fam. doesn't have a phone, and the parents weren't there but the ex told me she would find them and have them call me as soon as possible. I think she could tell I was furious. Maybe because I mentioned I was! The dad called me 10 minutes later to say that J had broken them because he had gotten mad playing the computer and to just call the case worker and order some more. This is what I said. "Are you kidding me? They aren't going to buy him more! He's sorry out of luck.! This is the second pair he has had since he has come to my house."

Basically, after everything, this was the last straw for me. I have four other children who haven't had much of me since we got J. I spend my time going from appointment to appointment for him, dragging my kids with me. I'm done. I called the case worker and told her I want him removed form my house. I have too much on my plate to keep dealing with somehthng that has turned out to be a constant source of contention with everyone in our home. I feel really bad about it, guilty a little,but I need to do what is best for my kids and myself and if I don't end the madness now, I will become addited to valium! I guess I would need a perscription first but I could get one!!!

That's my last two days. Anyone want to trade?