Well THIS has been the night from hell! difficult child drank all his prep liquids fine today, but as soon as his medications wore off and the real hunger set in... let's just say he gave Mr. Hyde a run for his money tonight. I sat up guarding the kitchen because I had a feeling he would try to sneak out and get something to eat, and he can only have clear liquids until midnight and after that nothing at all. Sure enough, he came out demanding food. Didn't WANT the chicken broth. Didn't WANT the apple juice or the sprite or the gingerale. Didn't WANT to reason with me. Didn't WANT to think about having breakfast after the procedure. Didn't WANT to even do it -- demanded I cancel it (He's got Crohn's and he's been sick the past two and a half weeks with abdominal pain and we decided to scope him because labs show nothing's wrong, but clearly something is)... And it just got uglier from there on out. He had words that would make a sailor blush flying out of his sweet little 13yo mouth -- mostly descriptors of me. He threw laundry. My purse. A cereal box. Pillows. Papers. Blankets... I suppose it could have been worse. He tried ripping into a box of cereal, but I grabbed it away from him. He tried opening a can of fruit, but I took it away. He banged on the wall, the door. He slammed his door. He screamed, hollered, swore some more. He tried to bite me. Tried to hit, kick and slap me. He ran outside and climbed on top of the monkey bars and sat there crying for a while. He ran in the kitchen and grabbed a handful of chocolate chips, but only managed to get two in his mouth. Then he calmed down and tried to apologize (this always happens after one of his meltdowns). I guess I'm going to have to sneak in around 3am and put his Daytrana patch on him while he's sleeping, otherwise there's no way I'll even get him in the car to leave by 5am. I feel bad for having to put him through this, but there's not much I can do about it. It's just a lousy situation all the way around.