Just waiting for the nice young men in the white coats.

I just can't believe what he's done now. I know I was no picnic as a teenager but I like to think that I wasn't inches away from driving my mother completely insane. Jamie buggered off again today and I hadn't seen him all day. I ran into one of his friends in the parking lot this evening and his friend tells me that the police have Jamie and his scruffy little friends descriptions and are looking for them, I was surprised to say the least. According to this other friend of his, the reason that he was out in the boonies last night was because Jamie and his friend had stolen a car!!! Who should then come strolling up with his criminal friends but Jamie who is running every time I tried to get close to him. Next thing you know, up roll the police who start talking to all these kids (seems that there has been a rash of bike thefts in the area) and Jamie starts running his mouth and then there he is in the back seat of the police car. Well, I wasn't going anywhere at that point - little brat or not, he's still my son. The officer talks to Jamie for 10 minutes then gets out of the car and asks to speak to me. Seems Jamie has told him that I have been keeping him captive and that because he is 17 I'm not allowed to keep him in the house against his will. Ok background time - Jamie has been grounded here and at his fathers for stealing from me and BT. Jamie decides he doesn't want to deal with his father and stepmother and causes sooooo much trouble over there that they kick him out and tell him to walk to my house. He then makes up his mind that he's not coming here either since he's in trouble here as well. Four days later he comes home - dirty smelly hungry. So to stop him from pissing off from his grounding, I took his shoes. He just found another pair and took off again. Four days after that, he broke into the house by crawling in through the livingroom window (after destroying the screen) in the middle of the night. I took those shoes. He took off again the next day with another pair of shoes. Last night after I drove all over hells half acre to get him, I took those shoes. He took off today with my flip flops on. Oh yes, I'm soooooooooo mean, he never even asked if he could have his shoes back. I explain all this to the cop and he says well you can't make him stay and if he won't live by your rules you should just let him go. So as of tonight, Jamie packed himself a garbage bag full of mostly dirty clothes and his shoes and left. *sigh* teenagers.