Went to the psychiatrist today with daughter 1 and daughter 2 (and for me as well). Both girls brought their homework. We were the only people in the waiting room. daughter 2 was mad and glaring at me when we walked in. She crumpled up her handwriting worksheet and threw it on the ground. She stomped into the second waiting room, then came right back. Told me she was leaving. Went out the door and sat in the main hall. We got called in. daughter 1 was mature and confident and doing great. daughter 2 hid behind the couch, but stuck her feet up in the air so you could see them over the back of it. Psychiatrist kept threatening to give her a shot in the butt if she couldn't get it together. She did eventually pop over the back of the couch and say a few sentences, then I had to drag her from the room. Got home, gave everyone a 20 minute break before dealing with homework. daughter 3 is in kindergarten. She had three pages of homework, including drawing a picture of me and her. She started to write her name in yellow crayon, then realized she has to use pencil for that. Hysterics. Crumpled up her homework and threw it on the floor (and she'd not even been present when her big sister did that earlier). Meanwhile daughter 2 is falling asleep over her homework. She's on Intuniv and we have yet to find an appropriate time to give it to her. So I send her off to take a nap. She comes back, gets the handwriting sheet, takes it to bed with her and finishes it. Does not nap. daughter 1 and Son did their homework on their own. husband (who works nights) decides to head to bed. I make dinner. daughter 1 is the only one willing to eat with me. Eventually daughter 2 decides she'll eat a little as well. daughter 1 gets herself some ice water from the fridge, wanders off. daughter 3 is still crying about her homework. She draws a pair of legs and daughter 2 tells her they are too long. daughter 1 comes back saying "somehow" a chocolate bar ended up in her ice water, just like yesterday. She decides some supernatural force has put it there. She's making a big, huge, dramatic, rather manic production about the whole thing. daughter 2 is trying to convince her it must have fallen into the ice maker from the door shelf. At this point I just lost it. Grabbed the ice maker tray, dumped the entire thing on the floor (checking for stray chocolate bars). Took the chocolate from her. Told the whole lot of them to get the heck out of the kitchen. calmed down, cleaned up ice, cleaned out freezer (did not find any more chocolate). Now daughter 1 and son are done with homework and watching TV/YouTube in two different rooms. daughter 2 still has two half pages (about 40 problems) of math (this is third grade) to do. daughter 3 still has to draw us and then we have to sit down together so I can write down what she tells me about how we are the same and different (guaranteed one of those differences will be about how I am fat and she is not, joy). We are also supposed to practice her alphabet "the kindergarten way". Husband is still sleeping. And i still have 4 kids (and myself) to medicate, 2 to shampoo, 2 to oversee tooth brushing, 2 set of clothes to lay out for tomorrow (it's silly sock day, daughter 2 Hates unusual socks), 3 to put to bed (daughter 3 napped and so will be going to bed late, sleeping beside my bed, because she's afraid of her room). daughter 2 will likely be sleeping on the living room couch, falling asleep to a DVD of Mythbusters, as nothing else seems to work. daughter 1 fell asleep on the floor there last night, as she didn't feel like going up to her room (we made her move, evil parents that we are). Oh, and daughter 2 needs air-dry clay or model magic and something to color it gold, ideally by tomorrow (I heard about this two hours ago). Thank God we're going away Friday, to the easy, low-key horse farm my aunt owns in MD. We even have Grandpa coming to help with the kids then.