Well, difficult child wasn't given his medications last night (I gave them to a friend, who had the kids use her house as a home base for trick-or-treating) and she had friends over, food and cocktails, and she forgot. I should have given them to him earlier and not expected someone else to remember. So difficult child was awake all night, eating and wandering through the house, and couldn't get up this a.m. for baseball. I canceled a 10:00 appointment --arrgh, he was so mean and nasty--I finally got him out of the house at 10:40. I had told him we were having dinner at Mama L's (he loves it because they have video games) and he refused to clean his room and to run errands with-me this afternoon and he started to throw things. I told him fine, no Mama L's. The ^*$&% hit the fan. He trashed the hall table and phone, knocked over the plastic pumpkins with-lights in the DR, knocked over and broke my hand painted stool in the kitchen ... I told him I was leaving to go to an appointment and had to leave him alone and expected things to be clean when I got home and he still insisted on Mama L's, and I said no, it's too late, you blew it. He refused to let me out the door and was very threatening, so I called the police. He knocked the phone off the wall and wouldn't let me call, but the call had already gone through. They called back twice and he knocked the phone away once, and simply picked it up and hung it up it the last time. They showed up, and one of them was one of the same officers who was here on Labor Day weekend. They were very good, nice and calm, but told difficult child that next time they are called, they would take him to juvenile detention. Then they separated us, and the one ofcr told me it's better to handle this as a mental health issue than a juv det issue, which I know, but easy child and husband were both out of town and I had no one else to turn to. difficult child and I are now the same ht and wt. by the way, the police pointed out that knocking the phone off the wall to prevent a 911 call is a typical domestic issue they see between a husband and wife during a domestic dispute. Sigh. difficult child was very apologetic and very calm and remorseful when they left. He still has to write "I'm sorry for calling you a b*tch" 200 times. I wish I could have prevented this from escalating, but when he doesn't get any sleep, stubbing his toe can cause an escalation. That's why I decided to leave the house. But it backfired. I can't win. I already gave him his pills for the evening and he took them nicely. The one good thing that came out of this is that he finally admitted that he has something wrong with him, and he has anger issues. I am completely exhausted and utterly drained. We've GOT to get some sleep tonight.