This weekend, we had the Mother of All Yard Sales at the Trinity household. Enough stuff sold to fill 2 other houses, and the truck packed up with all of the leftovers, ready to be dropped at the Goodwill first thing tomorrow morning. difficult child has been an incredible help for the last few weeks, helping husband to haul stuff from the backyard and basement, sorting, packing, labelling and organizing. Yesterday and today, on the actual sale days, difficult child lost his ever lovin' mind. He just WOULD. NOT. SHUT. UP. "Whew! We finally got rid of that!" "You want to buy THAT!? It's got a broken hinge and the lining is ripped" " Mom? How come you said $20 for that? Last time someone asked, you said $10" " This? This was my favourite toy. In fact, I don't think we should sell it. Dad, can I keep this?" And on and on and on. By yesterday afternoon, I wanted to tape difficult child's mouth shut, and by this morning I wanted to tie him to a chair. At one point, I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. Heard a noise and looked up to find difficult child showing a woman through the house!!!! I saw the manic behaviour starting up yesterday morning. HAd a long talk with husband about how a yard sale is probably not the best environment for difficult child to maintain control over himself. Finally, at about 4:00 pm, husband took difficult child back to the Residential Treatment Center (RTC). That left me alone with the yard and the sale, but it was easier trying to corral all the people than it was trying to rein in one squirrelly difficult child. Gosh, I'm glad that's over.