Cause I need to vent. How can you BREATHE with your head jammed so far up your ass SD17?

Seriously worrying about this kid's looming failure to launch. Her driver's permit is MIA...who knows if and when she, or a parental figure, will take the initiative to replace it. Deadline to sign up for next round of SATs is today. Who knows if that has happened?

I know she's smoking pot in our house again. The sudden interest in burning the candle in the bathroom, and a mysteriously appearing and disappearing can of spray air freshener are dead giveaways.

I'm sure there will be tears and another round of "I'm sad and want anti-depressants and therapy" if she doesn't get into her first choice of colleges. (Newsflash: The ADD meds, the pot, and the anti-depressants are PROBABLY working against each other.)

Her father is trying to train her to take some initiative in her own life, but he's equally as frustrated with her. Her mother can barely manage her own life. And everyone seems to think that the pot is just something kids are gonna do. (Her father is too scared to have her take a drug test, and mommy thinks it's too much an invasion of her privacy.) HELLLLOOOOO! You guys OWN her ass until he's no longer a dependent. Woman up and get it done.

And I'm doing what I can to stick to the plan of moving away with my guy when SD17 finishes high school next year. I sincerely hope that this child's lack of interest in her life doesn't screw that up. Is it weird that I'm thinking moving to Germany might actually be far enough away?