It was a beautiful weekend, sun was out, easy child was in the school musical, difficult child sat through the whole thing and loved it! Sat. a.m. was opening day of Little League, difficult child was excited, happy, cooperative, took his pill right away, was on time for everything. His team won. Sat. night I threw a surprise 50th birthday party for husband. Sun. we stayed home, chilled, ate... difficult child earned an Mp3 player this weekend because he's gone for 3 mo's with-o hitting, kicking or spitting on me. I knew it was too good to last. difficult child woke up with-a headache, refused to get up. I left with-o him. He was up late and woke up at 6 a.m. and listened to his Mp3 player, so didn't get any sleep. Obviously, that's been taken away. I came home after taking easy child to school and told difficult child that if he got up and went to school, he could still play in the LL game today. After 1/2 hr he got in the car but refused to take his pill, squeezed his juice packet all over the ceiling, totally belligerent and defiant... I went inside and started taking stuff out of his room (That's the way we've been doing it lately; it avoids physical conflict and shows that we control everything and can give it or take it away.) He came in and shut the door and blocked my way out of the room. He's almost as tall as I am and it was scary. Of course I couldn't show that so I started singing tunes from Oklahoma! (the musical easy child is in). Have you ever tried to sing "Oh what a beautiful morning" when your difficult child is blocking the door and defiant? I felt like I was living in a nut house. Wait, I AM living in a nut house! I finally bribed my way out (by leaving his baseball and football cards in his room) but now he's banging on my locked office door repetitively... wait, now he's slamming his own door repetitively. husband has patients up to his ears and can't come home until noon. I'm waiting for Dr. Riley to call. I'm seriously thinking of moving out but then my poor husband will be stuck with-difficult child. I know you've all gone through this. God, he's banging on my door and making me crazy. It's like Chinese water torture. I'm just sitting here crying. Don't know what good the dr call will do except that I'll be able to hear a rational adult voice. If I ever do get him to school today, I'll come home and sleep and cry and it really irritates me--it's so depressing--I'd planned to paint and get things ready for the gallery where I have my work. OMG I'm so mad and upset!