Nightmare Before Xmas... scratch that, it's only Summer

So, for the last week we have been begging my son to give up the location of a $130 pocket watch I bought for my husband for Valentine's Day. My husband LOVED that watch. Everyday he wore it. I think he would have married the damn thing if he coulda found a way for an inanimate object to sign its name on a marriage license. I found it on ebay. It's a Nightmare Before Christmas watch with Jack and Zero on it. it looks just like this one... I think I might have even bought it from the same seller. My husband is livid. I don't know what to do. School is out until Tuesday, and I can't call until then. He doesn't even know the kid's name... this is a freaking nightmare. He started off doing chores to work off the money it was gonna cost to take him to school after he got kicked off the bus... and now he is gonna be doing chores all summer to pay for that watch. I think we are gonna change his name to StickyFingers McGee. $130!!! *SCREAMS* I am so angry. Money like that doesn't come to our house very easily. I don't know how I can replace it. My husband is nervously twitching now because he's so angry. I really think I am the only thing saving my little boy from a punishment like no other. Don't think it hasn't crossed my husband's mind to chop my son's hands off so he would leave stuff alone that wasn't his.I guess it's a good thing we don't live in Sri Lanka or something like that. I don't know how many body parts he would have left.

The Mom in me just wants to hold my little boy and break down in tears. I just want to hug him and be in denial that he is so naughty. I just want to hug away all the naughtiness. I am almost in tears right now. He's my precious little boy. The only one I have. I want him to be perfect. To grow up and be a gentleman, to take responsibility for his actions. To be proud of himself. Not this person everyone thinks should be choking down Ritalin. I desperately hope that I am not alone. There has to be someone else out there who is at their wits end with their child(ren)'s behavior. I wish I had a magic wand and I could Bibbity Bobbity Boo it all into a faerytale ending. Ahhhhh, wouldn't that be the best? To wake up in a faerytale? My luck and I would end up in some dungeon locked away at the very beginning of the story...and then they would forget about me. An Extra, a supporting role at best. The story of my life.