Well, it had to happen. difficult child had been on track. No blips on the radar. No meltdowns. Nothing. Yesterday, difficult child went off to school with a field trip to the county fair. Last year, when they went, they happened upon a rooster crowing contest and they let him enter - and he WON! He thought he might get to do it again, but it was scheduled for a different day. Strike One. Then, some kids got to play games to win small toys (although the note home specifically said the kids would not be riding rides or playing games). Strike Two. At 2:00 p.m. difficult child's 'skill builder' was supposed to pick him up from school and take him to another local carnival with a group of her kids. She called our house and the school at 2:00 to say she was still 45 minutes away. The teacher put difficult child on the bus and called husband to tell him what happened and that difficult child was headed home. Strike Three - and straw that broke the camel's back, apparently. difficult child was crying on the bus - frustration over skill builder not getting him on time and the fact that there was confusion at the end of his day and he had to rush to get on the bus, etc. Another child on the bus laughed and pointed at him and called him a "big, blubbering baby". Strike Four (if you can even have a strike four). difficult child began standing up on the bus and yelling at the kid - threatening to "punch him in the nose". When the bus monitor tried to calm him and redirect him, difficult child (reportedly) elbowed bus monitor in the groin area (although difficult child says he was aiming for his stomach - not that it matters). When difficult child got home, he came off the bus crying - and husband did not handle it well. difficult child called me at work, I calmed him down over the phone and he went off with skill builder for the other carnival. (At this point I did not know about the bus monitor portion of the incident.) I met skill builder and difficult child in a nearby town where karate was held - different venue/different night. At this point I have been completely filled in on the assault part of the day - but let difficult child go through karate. After, I took him to DQ where we chatted over ice cream - thought it would be a good diversion. He was very depressed. Cried over kid on the bus. Cried over the fair. Cried over husband's reaction. Then, he told me that he doesn't think he took his welbutrin in the morning. I told him to - and I watched him get a drink of water - but he says he doesn't think he actually took the medication. Can this entire episode and horrible day be explained by one missed dose of his medication??? Last night in the car on the way home, he was expressing complete hopelessness. Saying our entire family would be better off without him, etc. He said in one day he has ruined everything good that he has done lately. No amount of me talking to him was helping or changing his mind. This morning, he was gloomy and sullen, but he knew that he owed some apologies and hates "facing everyone". He went off to school without incident, but I will be holding my breath today until I know he is home from school. Gosh, I knew of course that this could happen, and yet it still caught me off guard. I think this merits a call to psychiatrist at the very least. Thanks for listening.