I am so exhausted. I dropped difficult child off at a friend's house last night for trick-or-treating. The mom promised to give him his medications. (Clonidine and Vistaril.) It was nice to be able to leave him, because I dressed up, too, and went to a small party. difficult child's friend's mom had friends over, eating and drinking ... guess who forgot? I didn't realize it until this a.m., when I awakened to a trashed house, lights on everywhere, TV running (a weight loss testimonial program ... I can only imagine what it was in the middle of the night), four TV dinners at various points in the house (difficult child's bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room). Armchair quarterbacking is great ... I should have given him his medications way early, knowing that in the Halloween chaos I couldn't and shouldn't depend on someone else to do it. I should have, I ought Occupational Therapist (OT) have ... Of course, husband is out of town. And easy child is out of town (checking out James Madison University--drove up to the mtns all by herself!!!) And, the crowing glory ... difficult child was MEAN and defiant and obstinate this a.m. Luckily, he took his pills this a.m. (clonidine and adderall) but went back to sleep and I missed my a.m. mtng. because he refused to budge. I was so ticked! I am finally getting my heart rate down. I wish I could create a better buffer for myself. It's all about detachment. Sigh. I am home printing out Halloween photos to calm down. I dropped him off at his game, and am missing the first half of the baseball game but I really need a break. easy child is absolutely convinced he is bipolar. I will read all your Halloween notes (disasters, I'm sure ) when I get back from the game this afternoon. "Just keep breathing" is my new mantra.