Ok, I'm not proud: I had a moment that I went into SS's room purposefully to grab and bend the bill of his favorite ball cap. He wears the rims straight and freaks if it is bent even in the slightest. So yes, I am pissed that he won't cop to the fact that he damaged the drawing and that he feels free to be rude to everyone around him. Yes, I was going to seek retribution. I have been talking myself out of it, because it's not the kind of person I am, but I had a moment of weakness.

So I grabbed the ball cap (didn't bend the bill, but was very, very tempted) and the spare key to our bedroom fell out.

Talk about divine intervention.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

I am so fucking mad right now!!!!

I take it to H, he asks SS about it. SS pulls some shit out of his ass about he "was playing a game and wanted to see if his dad would notice it was missing." Then he lied when I asked him why he was in our room in the first place when he knows he's not supposed to be and said, "My dad was right there with me and he knew I took the key." My H tells me, not SS, that he wasn't in the room when SS took the key. Why H didn't call the shit out on it is beyond me.

SS is currently acting like a total ass - true to form. He took off out of the house to "run away," because he was called out on something that he shouldn't have done.

I looked right at him and called him a baby. Hopefully the disgust on my face portrayed just exactly how distasteful I find his behavior to be. This kid is turning 11 in November.

My H sat down at the table to eat his breakfast. I looked at him and said, "Could you please let me know when YOU have reached YOUR limit? Because I am really, really, really past my limit. Every. single. time. that kid steps foot in this house - he pulls some shit. He feels perfectly free to break shit, disrespect the people in this house, disrespect other people's personal space, AND to take things that don't belong to him. And what point do YOU say enough is enough?"

Eventually my H goes outside to force SS to come in. I went outside for a moment, because I was shaking with my anger. I swear to God, if it isn't one thing, it's another. This kid just does. not. stop!

I walk back into the house to find my H trying to talk to him. SS is being a total shit: he's eating his pancakes and ignoring his dad. His whole demeanor is that of, "I'm not listening to you and I don't care what you say."

So I just walked up to the table, grabbed the plate of pancakes away from the kid and said to my H, "You have to take away whatever it is that he is using to distract himself from listening to you. If he's using something to avoid having to pay attention and is being disrespectful, you take that item away from him."

I looked at SS and said, "Your father is talking to you."

SS got really shitty and said something snotty to me. My H looked at him and said, "Why are you using that tone of voice with her? You have no right to talk to either of us that way. YOU are the one who did something wrong, not LRP and not me."

He made SS go to his room. SS is having a true-to-form-Grade-A-temper-tantrum.

I looked at my H, in front of SS and asked, "When does he go back to his mothers?" My question put SS into another tizzy. My H told me that they have to leave at 12:15. I said, "Can you call her to meet earlier? I don't want this kid in my house."

SS started spazzing out. I just looked at him and said, "Our door has a lock on it because YOU. CAN'T. BE. TRUSTED. I am over you. Every time you come here you pull some crap. At what point do you stop acting like a baby and start acting like you are going to one day grow into a man with some integrity?"

I left to go for a walk. On my walk, one of my neighbors was setting up for a garage sale. Perfect, browsing through piles of junk will keep me occupied for a bit. I actually even found some items that I have been wanting for a long time, but didn't want to spend the money on. So I told my neighbor that I had to walk back home to get money and that I would be back.

I go back home and go to grab my money. Oops. It's gone. I asked my H, loudly, if he took it. Nope. SS pipes up about how he didn't take it either.

I looked at him and said, "You were the only other person in the house. If I left it there and H didn't take it, but it's no longer where I left it, you must have taken it."

He started freaking out some more. Yup. He took it.

My H looks like he wants to die.

Every. fucking. time. this kid comes into this house...

Yes, I freely admit that for the first time in my life ever - I want to punch an 11 year-old kid in the face. Of course I won't, so don't freak out on me. But I freely admit that I fantasize about it.