Everything is Going to Hell

Things keep going from bad to worse.

I had to call the police the other morning- it must have been Saturday, because Todd and Tate nearly came to blows over a television show while I was still sleeping. I can't leave them alone in the same room together at all.

This morning I over slept and Tate missed his bus. I had to give the neighbor ten bucks just to take him to school. If he had stayed home, I am sure a fight would have erupted.

Tate had a counselling session today. My mother picked him up from school and took him, and he told his counselor that he did not want to change and was not going to do anything to make conditions better at home, so she closed out his case. Now I really don't know what to do. I think maybe I have been slacking off in my prayers. I need to be more ernest and remember to talk to God daily.

Tate's report card arrived. He got 3 D's and 3 F's. I wish he understood that this will effect his future. He just has no idea, no idea at all, and he is wasting so much time being angry and miserable when he could be happy.

My friend Tiffany called me tonight and made me feel a little better. She always does that. Everyone needs a friend like her.

I still have no idea about what to do about Tate. Please keep us in your prayers.