I flew home from the Twin Cities last night. It was a great vacation. Calm for the most part, relaxing, lots of good food. Lots of repetition of bizarre stories ... my dad thinks he was at Chappaquiddick, and he's been on the moon. Okay, whatever. He's easy to get along with-and he's happy, and aside from arthritis, he's in better shape than I am (he put my suitcase in the car, and I couldn't even lift my purse because I threw out my back). Meanwhile, back at the ranch, husband and I talked at dinner and I told him that I have a philosophical bone to pick with-the child psychiatric and I still want to pursue my idea that difficult child is an Aspie, and I believe that Aspies can learn. (I just finished a new book, which I will post about here. difficult child is on every page!!!) psychiatrist believes Aspies cannot learn like difficult child has, and his experience deals with-much more "textbook" cases. We will have to agree to disagree. That's why it's called a SPECTRUM!!! So I'm not sure when I will be returning to difficult child's therapy. For now, it's just husband and difficult child. husband still thinks that a lot of difficult child's issues are with-me and that, since things were calm while I was gone, that is proof of the pudding. I pointed out that difficult child is now on 3, count 'em, 3 medications, so of course he's been an angel. I can't wait for husband to go out of town so I can tell him, with-a smirk, upon his return, that difficult child was an angel for me, too. T*t for tat. Not a good marriage relationship. I am seeing difficult child's teacher today and his pediatrician. I will update the pediatrician about the psychiatric hospital visit, and request a bunch of tests that they didn't do. I don't care if he thinks I'm nuts, but I suspect he will be supportive, since he has been so far. Both kids are happy and things are going well. But hey, I've only been back for one night.