If any of you read earlier, I let my difficult child stay home because she was/is exhausted. We think from the Zoloft. But, when I left at 10:30 I asked her to come downstairs. I told her she could go back to sleep, but she didn't. So, when I got home this afternoon she has been in rare form. She has been snappy and snarky at me since I walked in. She has looked at me with that look of hatred I unfortunately know too well. When I asked her a question, and I didn't hear her response I asked again, and she said "god I hate the sound of your voice. It is so screechy and annoying. Just be quiet." Nice. I love you too. And, then she curled up on the chair and fell asleep. This is going to be a horrid horrid 2 weeks as we wean down the Zoloft. I am not sure I have the kind of strength that will be needed.