Gah!! difficult child was in rare form this morning. Not really nasty or defiant, just really annoying, if you know what I mean. He left for the bus stop and I went upstairs to make my bed and fold laundry, and I was telling husband what difficult child had been doing (he had been in the shower). Keep in mind that since we called the police a couple of weeks ago the psychiatrist had us increase his medications and he has an appointment with him on Monday morning. So, I ask husband if he is going to meet me at the appointment (the doctor is literally around the corner from where he works) and he said that he would, which is good because I'm sure that the doctor is going to want his perspective. Then I ask him how he thinks difficult child has been doing since the medication increase. Does he seen any difference? Anything that he thinks needs to be brought up when we see the doctor on Monday? His answer was, "I don't know. I'm not paying attention." Not paying attention?? Seriously?? It's one of those mornings where I really just want to say to him, "How FREAKIN' stupid can you be???" Vent over. You can all go back to your knitting now.