I'm sitting in an empty Sunday school room at church, tears streaming down my face. My daughter had a meltdown when I dropped her off at Sunday school. She was having a hard morning before we came to church, and I made a preemptive decision to give her a Vistoril. Per her doctor, we have been waiting too long to give it to her when she is manic. She was belligerent when I tried to leave, wouldn't let me go. I should probably have just stayed with her, but too late now. Husband is more about pushing the limit of what she can handle, while I try to create an atmosphere that will give her the best chance for success. Both of us are too extreme in our actions. I know it is going to be a bad day. She just got out of pediatric inpatient at hospital a week ago Friday after a two week stay. Her psychiatrist added lamictal to her drugs (just ramped up to 75 mg on Wednesday). She went to a sleepover on Friday night -- her best, best, beeeeest friend's birthday sleepover. Apparently they stayed up until THREE AM. SO AWFUL. Bad food, too much stimuli, not enough sleep -- perfect storm to create this situation today. Her birthday is in 9 days -- turning 12. She thinks she is getting a cell phone, but hubby is dead set against it. I think it would finally be a good idea. Every single child in her class, and most of the children in the classes below her, have a phone. She feels so left out. It is a MAJOR trigger for her. If you pray, PLEASE pray that he will relent. It would make our lives, and HERS so much easier. He has turned it into an issue of principle. Sorry for the ramble. Just needed to vent. I'm so, so tired.