Not the best weekend ever

Me and the monkeyboys father was going to the photofair in Jönköping, about 4 hours from Stockholm, this weekend. A week before the trip we found out that the fair was cancelled, but since we had a hotel room booked, we decided to go anyway. After leaving the boys in the care of my mother, with many instructions, both written and verbal, we headed of. In the evening we sat on our beds in the room and relaxed, when our cell phones started ringing. First one, then the other. It was, of course our oldest son, E, that wasn't happy about the situation. The next few hours he called and called, screamed, smashed two phones in the floor, woke up his youngest brother, and thretened to run away from home. I had to call my mother every other minute to ask what was happening, tell her to lock the upper lock on the front door etc.
At 21:30 we couldn't take it anymore, got dressed and left the hotel. Then we drove for 4 hours in the night to get home.
Oh and the reason big E got so out of hand was of course the food issue. Not uncommon with kids like this. He didn't eat lunch, and his evening snack was handeled wrong. He is on a very strict program with his meals, and one little thing in combination with another, created this.
And today of course, he is pretty happy.