More drama

Well, long story short, David kind of flipped out again last night.  And it all started because he did not want to do his essay for language arts that was due yesterday and he didn't do it or hand it in.  He is just obsessed with that stupid XBox.  Then, my mom had given us some apple pie to take home Sunday, and the crust was kind of crumbly anyway.  So putting it on a paper plate and wrapping it in foil and in a plastic bag to bring home, David went to take a piece last night and it was in pieces.  So the mood he was in, a stupid piece of apple pie was the straw that put him over.  Paul started yelling.  I came out and said "no pie.  Go to bed."  I was working late.  David runs away.  Paul was out looking for him.  he was in the rain, shorts/short sleeve t shirt, socks, no shoes.  He finally came back an hour later, soaked.  My point:  his problem.  Told him to go to bed.  But apparently he stopped by one of his friend's houses and told them he wanted to kill himself.  So Paul wanted to take him to the crisis center.  It got bad.  David throwing stuff, kicking doors.  I basically talked them both down.  David finally went to bed.  Paul finally went to bed.  I stayed up past 1:15am to get expense reports done for work.  I am whooped today.  Now, Paul doesn't want to be around David, doesn't want to go on vacation, blah, blah, blah.  I am so beat!  Paul took David to school today.  His language arts teacher is keeping him after school to do that homework.  And I personally don't want to be with either of them!