So, today is Monday and technically the first day of the school holidays here in QLD. The day started ok and everyone was happy....granted I hadn't asked him to do anything or said no to anything yet. Once asked to get dressed and have breakfast the tension started. Things were fine (with a little grrr under the surface) until lunch and I said no to him having a butter sandwhich. I asked him to put some form of spread or something on the sandwhich as was met with grunts, stomps and shouted no's. I ended up putting him in his room to calm down and this led to kicking, hitting and throwing things at his door whilst his brother was trying to sleep in the next room. When I opened his door and he rushed me, instead of grabbing him and putting him back in, I let him go and do as he wanted. Whilst he was out watching TV thinking he had won some all important war I am not too sure of the point of, I was emptying his room. I hated doing it, but I am so sick of having things thrown at me, the walls and the door. I had already previously emptied everything else, but today I ended up taking his desk, bedside table and even his bed frame. He now has his clothes (in a heavy set of drawers) and his mattress. He said I am so mean and so not fair to him but then was telling a teammate at soccer about it like it was a big joke. I don't know anymore. I am so worried about him, us all of it.