Superman discovered his credit card missing this morning. He last used it Wednesday night, and that is the last charge on the account. He called the company, and card has been cancelled, so we're good there.
I immediately suspicioned Diva. After lunch I went to her school, where her guidance counselor brought her up from class to the resource officer's office. He's a deputy Sheriff. I looked all through her purse and book bag, then we looked through her locker. No credit card. I poked around the house some but still haven't found it. Superman did a thorough search of the car. It's still missing. Diva says she didn't do it, of course, and she might be telling the truth. She has been known to tell the truth occasionally. She has also been known to steal things, including credit cards. I still suspicion her.
In other news, Sproing is home for the weekend. So far, so good. He goes back to the facility Sunday afternoon, when we will have a family therapy session. He is eager to discuss moving back home. He's made good progress, but I don't know if he's ready to come home. We'll talk about that with his therapist.
Right now I'm deflated. It's one thing after another with these kids, particularly with Diva now. She's an emotional black hole, sucking that kind of energy from me, telling lies, plotting revolt. I'm tired and I have had a shitty day. (about 70% shitty, it hasn't been totally horrid) Today I got so damned depressed. I just want to go to bed.
