to screw up medications while I'm gone... easy child and I came back yesterday afternoon from out little weekend away. I checked the medication boxes and found that difficult child 2 had NOT taken Saturday night medications. Then I found out he'd taken both his Sunday morning and afternoon medications together in the morning, which means he probably also took them together Saturday morning -- but actually it was likely NOT morning when he took them, because husband said difficult child 2 did not get up until 3:30pm on Saturday, because husband let both difficult child's stay up until 1am on Friday night. Saturday night they were up until 11pm (or, at least that's when husband said HE went to bed). I pointed out the missed medications to husband (before I learned about the other issues) and his response was, "Well, he SAID he took them." I could have laid into husband hard over that comment because we've had the discussion ad nauseum about needing to actually SEE the difficult child's take their medications because we cannot rely on their word because they impulsively say whatever pops in their heads. But I chose the path of restraint and made a mental note to 1. leave more explicit instructions for husband in my absence, and 2. follow up with a phone call to make sure it was done. Needless to say, difficult child 2 was a wreck Sunday. Emotionally labile, loud, hyperactive, driven, incredibly impulsive, careless and disruptive and intrusive. Think Taz the Tasmanian Devil in terms of effect he had on his surroundings and the people in them. husband's solution was to sit on the couch and watch golf, totally unphased by his surroundings. Hellooooooooo! Anybody home? I went outside and found difficult child 2 playing with the embers in the fire pit that they'd used the night before, adding wood and stoking it into flames. Uhhh, NO! It is NOT OKAY TO PLAY WITH FIRE!!! He was mad at me for spoiling his fun. Later, I'd asked him to take the garbage cans to the curb since it's trash day on Monday. He was cooperative and set out to take care of that for me (he IS a GOOD kid, just not a very aware kid). Apparently he saw a mouse in the can for garbage (we have one for landfill stuff, one for recycling and one for yard waste). So naturally, he proceeded to dump the contents of this 75 gallon can all over the yard so he could find and catch the mouse! The mouse predictably got away, which left a huge mess scattered everywhere for difficult child 2 to clean up. Which I had to TELL him to do, because once the mouse disappeared, he forgot what he was doing and wandered off to wreck havoc elsewhere! After he got that cleaned up, he got in a fight with easy child (I can't even remember what it was about now) and I sent him to his room to cool off. While in there, he managed to lose his grip on a lizard that he'd taken out of its cage and it fell behind his dresser and died. Then, while he was moving his dresser to retrieve the lizard, his brand new basketball trophy fell and the top broke off. Meanwhile, he's screaming because the lizard is actually easy child's and he's upset because he knows she's going to be mad at him for killing it (albeit accidentally, but that doesn't matter to a 9yo) because this is the second lizard of hers that he's killed (accidentally) -- he never seems to injure/kill his own lizards. So lucky mom gets to try to manage a nuclear meltdown between the two kids and finally everyone cools off and we get the lizard buried. Where was husband during all this? Sleeping. There are other things that I learned happened that came close to being disastrous, but why dwell on what almost happened... I'm peeved enough about what did happen!