I have been holding my breath for nearly a month now.  Just when I thought I could breathe daughter decides she has been ignored long enough.  So the day before wayward son moves in to his new supervised apartment, daughter tests my promise to put her in a hospital if she continues her dangerous (to herself) behavior.  True to my word, her father and I stay up all night watching her and I admit her to the hospital on Monday.  She may be released on Tuesday of next week.  She seems to want to continue to test our limits as she has had at least one incident each day she has been there, albeit minor incidents.  That will teach us to pay more attention to wayward son than her.

In the meantime wayward son has moved in to the apartment, seen his psychiatrist for the first time since April and is now back on at least one of his meds voluntarily.  Unless he has gotten better at pulling the wool over my eyes the last week has been nothing short of miraculous with his attitude and reasoning.  I may just continue to hold my breath until we see if he means what he says.  He still needs a job but is happy at the apartment and is anxious to start working again and still maintain a relationship with us. 

And just for good measure, middle son decides to pull one of his “accidents waiting to happen” and fall and land on his elbow.  That was a trip to the ER.  He decided to have pity on me and it is just bruised and he only had to wear a sling for two days.

All this amidst much change and growth at work and mandatory hours to learn new software and programming to set up a whole new internet architecture.  Fun times I tell ya.