Yesterday morning Mickie had a horrible meltdown. I felt really bad all day and though I wanted to write about it, I just couldn't. I felt drained the rest of the day.

It was 7:30 in the morning and I was dressing Mickie after his bath so I could take him with me to drop off one of his sisters at school. I was almost done and he had his hands in his pants. He has been doing this for the past few weeks-I think is related to yeast, but nevertheless, I very firmly told him to take his hands out of his pants. He leaned forward and pressed his head against mine. Then he took one hand out of his pants and grabbed my hair. Then he took his other hand out and grabbed on to my hair some more.

His sister managed to get him off me. Then a few seconds later he grabs my hair again-by then I had a huge headache. Then he proceeded to slam his head on the floor. His sister ran and got his helmet and I put it on.

He continued to slam his head so hard on the floor that the skin on his forehead had little blisters of blood under the skin-I don't even want to think about how his head would have looked like, if he had no helmet.

To make a long story short I had to call my father to stay with him, so I could take my daughter to school. There was no way he was going to get in the car at this point. She was late and I had to write her a note. I told them there had been a family crisis, that she has no control over.

I was a wreck the rest of the day. Welcome to my world.