This has been a bad bad night. BAD. I can't share what exactly happened, but suffice it to say there were slugs and hair pulling and serious screaming and spitting and throwing of things. And it wasn't the Boy. It was little Ms Drama who made some very serious errors, including having stolen property that she was holding for 'a friend', fought tooth and nail with her brother over said stolen property, lied to the police, lied to me, and then refused to fork over things that she stole out of my room. So I took away her cell phone and she totally lost it. LOST IT. Screamed at me for over an hour. I didn't even respond to her which made her much angrier and after an hour of her screaming at the top of her lungs, I called for an ambulance and had her taken to the hospital.
She is FURIOUS with both the Boy and me, and you know what? I don't care. She was asked to cooperate and hand over the things she took out of my room in trade for the cell phone. She would not do that. WOULD NOT. She thought that yelling at me would eventually work. It did not. The police told her that as long as she lived in my house I could take anything I wanted away from her. She argued with him. That did not go over well.
So, I'm guessing that eventually she will calm down and I'll be asked to go and get her. In the meantime she totally freaked out the Boy, who is now scared that she's gonna get her scummy friends to jump him. I assured him that this was not going to happen. But with her friends, who the hell knows.
What a nice calm peaceful evening. NOT.
Labels: bad mom moments, bipolar, crime, depression, Hospital Stories, mental illness, motherhood, Our House, parenting, Stupid Stupid Stupid, Teens, The Girl, Trouble in River City, Twins