In so many words, husband seems to have assigned blame for his inability to keep his mouth shut over a series of bad calls at easy child's soccer game this afternoon to MY stress with difficult child 1 this morning, because seeing me in tears over difficult child 1's ODD behaviors was too stressful for him. And apparently his whole week has been stressful. Hmmm. Taking a nap every day and applying for ONE job online and getting his teeth cleaned and going to ONE chiro appointment and getting treated to a round of golf AND dinner with his favorite brother in law was too stressful. Wow. Life must really hoover for him. WTH? If I have any advice worth giving to easy child, it's to NEVER marry a difficult child.