Ok, just when you all are sick and tired of the bad soap opera that is my household, we take ANOTHER turn. B ran away this afternoon.
He got up this morning and was actually in an OK mood (not even any noticeable hang-over). Well, he asked if he could go for a bike ride and I told him he wasn't going anywhere this weekend. Then, he said he was going to see how the chimney was coming (we're having our bricks replaced in the old chimney).
Well, after a bit i realized that I hadn't seen him, so I went outside. He and his bike were both gone. That was about noon. I spoke to our agency and the on-call said to give him until 2pm and then call the police and report him missing. Well, he didn't show so I made a report. As he's on probation, they're instructed to take him right to detention when he's caught.
I just want to bang my head against a wall. had he not run, we might have been able to get him into an intensive rehab program. With him now a "flight risk", I guarantee that his PO is going to lock him up since all of this stuff is major probation violations and his PO is no-nonsense.
I like the idea of Indy and I running away to "single Dad Paradise", kinda like Thelma and Louise. Then I remember that Indy and I CAN'T be Thelma and Louise since he's not six feet tall and my boobs don't sag below my belt. (Sorry, just trying to keep myself sane here!!)