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This morning I drive Charles to the airport to visit his dad in upstate New York befor he starts his senior year in high school. At least I can keep him from seeing his loser friends for a week. Maybe I can get some sleep.
Last Saturday morning Charles arrived home from his Friday night out at 8am ready to go to sleep. Smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, I told him that coming home at that time was inappropriate and asked him to leave and return when he could commit to following the "rules". He returned Sunday moring at 4am.
Sleep deprivation can push one to an emotional brink. Waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep because of worrying about where Charles is and when he'll come home is no picnic. I'm afraid for his safety. At 17, he hangs around with kids his age and older who are riding around in cars, drinking, smoking and who knows what else. Few of them go to school or have a job. I wish he would make new friends that were more on the ball.
