AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I could kill him. This is the 2nd day in a row that I have been called to pick him up. He is killing me. Why can't this kid behave for a couple of hours? Yesterday by coincidence husband was home when the call came at 2:30 - right after my great meeting with SD on getting a para to assist in daycare. Now it's 9:30 - the darn kids been there for less than 2 hours and proceeds to throw dirt and sticks into the face of one of his teachers (in front of parents, none the less). So now of course it is coming to the point of this klid looking sideways at someone and getting sent home. I am going to end up losing another daycare (this will be the 4th). I have already lost a job of 9 1/2 yrs because of him and have only been at my new one for 7 months. Thank g*d my mother is retired and is able to get him today. He did fine when going to 1/2 day kindergarden and the rest of the day cat daycare, now that it's full time until school starts, the damn kid is pulling cr*p the past few weeks. I can't say this is because of the medication wash as he was acting up before I started it. We go over the rules EVERY morning, I tell him I don't want a phone call-he loses priviledges everytime I get one then can't understand why he doesn't get this stuff when he gets home. He them proceeds to SCREAM and SCREAM and SCREAM and cry over it. I am beyond wits end - why the h*ll can't he just be NORMAL. I hate every aspect of this damn life. I swore to myself I would never ever have kids and then around 27 my biological clock thingy kicked in and I went back on my word and this is the h*ll I have ended up with. Every aspect of our day is dealing with his bull from the moment he is up until bed. I am consumed by doctors and therapists and daycares and IEP meetings and medications and work and the $ spent to help him. I can't even throw a b-day party for him because I am sure no one would show - kids love him but I am sure all the parents know how he is. WHY the heck can't he control his actions? No medication is helping him to do it - I know there is no magic pill, but I swear because of him I will be dead fairly soon. EVERY time the phone rings at work my heart jumps into my throat. WHY WHY WHY? Can't he just BEHAVE? I am sorry I needed to vent because I am sitting here at work trying not to cry and scream at the top of my lungs! WHAT DO I DO with-HIM?