the mother of all meltdowns

So motorboy has been having these meltdowns, where he screams so hard he forgets to breathe and then he turns blue and half passes out making him fall to the ground usually thunking his head loudly. I figure this comes with the territory. I mean one and a half is a craptastic age from his point of view (i think it's mainly awesome from my point of view, but i can see how a lot of aspects are really frustrating for him.) We sort of roll with it and treat it like a seizure. Hold him well enough that he can't hurt himself but not so tight he can't express himself- you know the drill.
They've been getting more and more frequent, which is understandable. As we're nearing M-day more and more of his familiar objects are being changed into boxes, and more of the house is becoming toddler NO LAND- no don't climb here, don't touch that, etc... Motorman and i are frantic and we've been leaving him with family and the babysitter more often and for longer periods. Stress is running high, and I'm on the verge of a screaming fit myself.
Our lawyer advised us not to pay another penny to our douchelords. No last month's rent nor pay our electrical bill. There's nothing they can really do about it since they're renting the place to us fraudulently with an ilegal contract and the electricity is in their name and it's a long funky story but they use more than half of the electricity that's charged in the bills that come and then we have an informal meter that we use to calculate which part is our share. Anyway so the lawyer said that given the circumstances they wouldn't win a case against us if they tried to take us to court, and since you can't squeeze money from a turnip even if pigs flew and they got a sentence against us they'd have no way to collect the money. He's a family friend and says that if we want to we can just tell them we won't pay and that they can go down to the firm to pick up their keys at the end of the month.
But i don't want to tell them, because my washing machine is in common space and these people are so douchey that i wouldn't put it past them to steal or sabotage it. I can't have that- that washing machine cost me a fortune and i can't abide by having a cheap one with the cloth diapers we use. So anyway, we're trying to dodge the douchelady to the greatest extent possible. I already told her she could forget about last months rent since she already has a full month security deposit, and i told her i thought the best thing was to calculate the electricity at the end of the month so that we wouldn't leave any unfinished business. Of course, she smells a rat with that and asked how could she trust me to pay the electricity at the end of the month. So today she comes with the bill and tries to make me sit down and do the math right then and there and i tell her she's crazy, the baby is sleeping, i'll call her when i get the math done.
But you know that's not good enough for her so she says no way, she'll come on monday and i better have that calculated and her money waiting for her, because in the afternoon she's leaving for vacation. So i say whatever, come on monday, without saying anything about whether her money will be waiting- which of course it won't. And then my baby wakes up screaming and i leave her on the porch muttering and she wanders off. I've just got him calmed when mother of all storms starts dumping hail on us and the babysitter runs up to the house and decides to wait to take motorboy out to her car when it's stopped raining. Motorboy knows what's up and that the babysitter is coming to take him away ha ha. He takes advantage of the rain to show his intense displeasure at being pawned off by pawing and clawing at me and squealing like a distressed pig. Babysitter says, shocked, why he never does that when he's with me! Of course he doesn't- she's not the mama.
Anyway that's nothing, that's par for the course. The real shit goes down hours later when it's time for bed. Motorboy is so tired he's that crazy drunk friend that everyone is embarassed to go out with. All lurching around drooling on everybody, falling down and crying, kissing and groping me in inappropriate places. So i take him to the bedroom to put a nighttime diaper and cover and pyjamas on him. He starts whigging out and trying to barrel roll of the bed so i have to sling my leg over him to pin him down and change him sideways (still normal everyday behaviour up to here). When he's back to the squealing thing. By this time motorman is helping me snap his pyjamas up and suddenly boy escalates into full on turn blue half pass out screaming. But instead of stopping after half passing out he just keeps on screaming and half passing out over and over again and will not stop. We try passing him back and forth between us, moving to a different room, rocking chair, cold water on a rag on the face, we wonder if his diaper and clothes are bothering him so we strip him naked, we let him roll and scream on the bed to see if freedom of movement helps him get it all out. And the whole time he's screaming and turning blue and screaming and won't stop for literally 15 minutes. So i say to motorman let's take him to the er, maybe something's really wrong with him. If he's fine just the car ride will be enough to cool him off. So we get him dressed again, and he's still screaming. i get one of my wraps and bring it over to him. I tell him i'm gonna wrap him up to take him to the car. At just the sight of the wrap the screaming becomes blubbering and then stops. So we decide just to take him for a little night walk outside in the fresh rain smell, and he's cooing and jibbering like nothing ever happened.
We talked about it and we decided that the stress is just too much for him, and he can't be away from us so much. The douchelady really pushes me to the brink, and he picks up on that in a major way. He can't be with the babysitter morning and afternoon (like today) during such a stressful time. He needs to have good time with us and not just stressed out baby no time. So we decided that tomorrow morning, weather permitting, i get to take a break from packing to take a long walk into town with baby. Take some freshly fermented pickles to the lawyer and have another chat with him about exactly how to handle this and play in the park with baby.
The good news is that it's T Minus 7 days to blast off! So i only have to dodge the douchelady for one more week and we're outta here. Even less if she really is going on vacation.
Thank god for vacations!