High Hopes, and Failings

This weekend was salvageable. We were a little worried about how much family time we would have since I was working Saturday and Matthew was working on Sunday.
I ended up forgetting my medicine, and having forgotten it the previous day also, decided to leave work and run home for it.
Once I arrived home, the kids were up and excited to see me. I decided to give up the overtime and grab everyone up, throw them in the van, and set off to Atlanta. We went to IKEA, and in true family tradition, drove around for an hour trying to find a place to eat we could agree on.
On the drive home we stopped into Cracker Barrel for dinner. While there we had episode #456 of Jacob not waiting to get to the toilet for his #2. It was awful, traumatic, and I should have expected it.
He was doing so well there for a few weeks we had taken him off the pull-ups and had bought all new undies for him. But unfortunately just when we had the hopes it was behind us...
So, now he is back on the pull-ups. Come to find out it wasn't his first accident in the last few days, which is a whole other rant. Anyway, it was just a big disappointment. So, according to our book, we had him get his soiled undies and handwash them. I think he disliked that enough.
So, on Sunday we travelled up the mountain and took Matthew some lunch at work. It was nice.
We went to the Mexican place for dinner. It was nice and deserted, and they had a big flatscreen on the wall with a movie on it. At the end of our dinner the movie we were semi-watching went off and this movie came on.
Woah. The deserted restaurant meant we could hear the TV from across the room, and the captioning meant we could read along. Turned out this movie had about 20+ "F" words in the first ten minutes. Ick.
We were eager to get our check and get out the door!
Normal Sunday evening with Jacob having a meltdown and going to sleep crying. His behavior was consistently bad this weekend, but we also were sensitive to the fact that his anti-depressant is probably in full force by now.
He was crying so bad tonight, it was really heartbreaking. I went in to hug him and talk to him and he said how he was going to change his behavior and I was pleased with him taking the initiative to say that without any prompting. That was a big deal. Just having him say that was a breakthrough.
So, we all went to bed. Even me, who never goes to sleep when everyone else does. Twenty minutes later I was back up with a backache and decided to get up and walk around.
Jacob had his light on and was playing in his floor. Literally 20 minutes after him promising to try harder to behave better. ugh. Par for the course, I'm afraid. When I opened the door he just looked at me, surprised. No remorse, no trying to reason with me, no anything... so apparently the breakthrough we had managed to backfire somehow. It is so frustrating!