I came home to take Ashlee to the ER and found a fresh hole in the wall in the hall. Apparently easy child went into a major temper tantrum yesterday afternoon, slamming and throwing things, and scaring difficult child. And when we get home from the ER (and then pharmacy), easy child asks me why I'm mad at him. So, I told him and he said, "Well, I'm sorry", with attitude. He's going to have to move out. I don't care where he goes anymore. I do care where Ashlee goes, though. I just want to go back to my mom's.