M has been promoted to high school! That was a long, long graduation ceremony, but he’s done.

Grades were less than stellar, and he knows I’m disappointed, but still proud he made it.

It’s been an odd couple weeks. He graduated, I left for a conference, and when I came back, he was good.

Really good. Scary good. Not good in doing chores, but good overall.

M and I went to the big neighborhood yard sale where my parents sell, and came home to a VERY grumpy T after a great morning. Nothing in particular was different, but he was fed up. He cleaned the entire downstairs because it got so bad he couldn’t take it anymore. He put up a sign saying anything left out that didn’t belong there would be thrown away.

M left. We fought. I told him he could NOT expect that. He said, “then I can leave and you can have the house payment, and M, and never see me again.”

I have a difficult time with loved ones dealing with depression. I always have. My dad deals with it in a very specific way (or did… til he realized it was killing him). Internalizing it until you burst is not a healthy way to live. My first stressful moments came during freshman year of college, and I didn’t do well with myself, either. I break stuff. I throw stuff. I scream and yell and jump up and down. Mostly the screaming and yelling and eventual sobbing.

I know what it’s like to have a father stuck in a job he hates. I know what it’s like to be stuck in a job I hate. I have a new admiration for my parents now.

Honestly, if a clean house keeps T from flipping his lid, then so be it.

BTW, we upped M’s meds again, and he seems to be doing just as well. No adverse effects, so I think he’s good. Maybe the grumpiness was a fluke.

Vacation is planned.

M wants to go to the skate park this weekend. His friend C- is grounded, though, and we’re pretty sure it was because of M. Haven’t followed up yet. Is said he was ungrounded, and was over for dinner last night. His mom came looking for him at 8, because he was supposed to be home by 6. Dinner at our house was after 6, so … *sigh* teens.

One week til Summer School. This is not going to be fun.

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