Worn out!

Well, I was hoping the 6am "check to see if he's awake" thing would work.  It's not.  He was just sitting there.  Didn't put his gym clothes in his backpack (though he insisted yesterday that he needed them, so I made sure they were clean).  Didn't even bring his backpack or his shoes downstairs (which of course he needs before he goes out the door!).  Didn't even leave until school started.  I told him straight out:  "You have a problem.  A serious problem." I'm tired of it.  Emotionally, I feel beaten raw.  I have a thin layer of calm (where I function in most aspects of my life), and underneath is a festering, frazzled mess.  I feel like I'm out of coping mechanisms.  Stick a fork in me--I'm done!  (Ok, well, maybe I have a little humor left...)