difficult child seemed to have a good day at school. When I picked her and her friend up they were laughing and joking. We dropped friend off and went to go get that ice cream that I promised her for getting to school on time. We came home (probably my mistake) and she got another snack. husband came in from talking to her math teacher about making up work. And, he of course started talking to her about when the teacher wanted the work made up. (Trigger anyone!) Well, it was time to go to IOP then, and she went into an all out fit. I had to put her shoes on her and husband had to carry her out to the car. On the way she apparently kept taking off her seat belt and open the car door while the car was moving. Once he got her to IOP he had to drag her out of the car. And hold her hand to get her in there (Until she saw the other kids then she willingly went in). Can anyone say theatrics? Then, my husband calls me and wants me to call IOP and let them know what she has been up to. UMMM aren't you there making sure she went in? Go up there and talk to the director. DUH!! Sometimes I just want husband to step up and help. It is so hard having to deal with all of this myself. So, I can see 2 things that set her off. 1) husband talking about math. That is the class that she gets most anxious about on a daily basis. and 2) the transition to going to IOP. Her fit/tantrum was about never being home. And, I get that. She gets home around 3 or 3:15 and we have to leave at 3:30 and then she doesn't get home until 8 ish. And still has to eat! That is one of my biggest complaints. These kids are in IOP from 4-7:15 with out a meal!! Sorry for the rambling message. Just trying to get it all out there. I am just now worried about tomorrow morning. This is the kind of thing that she will carry over. Well, I went to IOP and it is just a half day of school, I should just be able to stay home. I really just want to scream. I hate mental illness so freaking much. I do not know why I was chosen to parent this child, because I am not sure that I am equipped to do it. I am tired and sad. Sad for her and sad for easy child and sad for me and husband. I feel horrid, because after the initial night she was in psychiatric hospital, it was so peaceful here. I had forgotten what it is like to have that. easy child is bringing boyfriend home after rehearsal tonight, and I just want to tell him to go home. Which is not fair to easy child. It is just that they are so loud and ridiculous together. And she already told me that they are going to play Just Dance when they get here. Great thumping and Jumping. Breathe. This too will pass. I need to remind myself of this.