In my experience as an adoptive parent, there is nothing more exhausting as the stress of having a child missing. Having an adult missing you can get used to because you aren't responsible and if they are found they aren't going to call you.
But having a kid missing is quite disconcerting. Any minute and the phone could ring -- it could be law enforcement, the Probation Officer, Mental health worker -- and in this case, the parents of the friend who is also missing. It just makes me so tired dealing with it all.
Fortunately, we had a fairly lighthearted supper together. Tony was gone with his PCA and the rest of the kids were chatty and there was minimal argument. Dominyk crocheted (is that how you spell it) between bites, and the rest of us had interesting conversations.
Jimmy, who still has a few mixups with English cracked me up tonight. He asked Bart, "Did my lip go away?" (talking about the cold sore on it).
He then said, "It bleeded cuz I picked on it."
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After enough occurrences of the divine Miss M running away and by age 17), the only thing we feared when she ran away was that she would come back. Harsh but true. And she always came back - generally at inopportune times that inconvenienced the rest of the family. drama and control.
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