Warning: Rant ahead (go on to the next note if you've had enough rants) I tried twice to type in notes this weekend ... long notes ... but the computer ate them. Just as well. They were just rants, the same old thing. I can ditto Gcvmom's note. Homework isn't done. difficult child is in bed ... or on the couch ... or elsewhere, as long as he's not at the kitchen table doing homework. He overslept every day last wk. Said he had headaches. Amazing ... after I took away all of his DVDs, his PSP, Ps2, changed my computer password again, and hired a locksmith to change all the locks, his headaches went away! And after I took him to the pediatrician, the local children's hospital for an Xray (the dr was more concerned with-difficult child's smashed finger than his headache, after asking him how many hrs of sleep he gets per night, and how often he plays video games... sigh ...) and to the chiropractor, he finally realized that headaches would get him out of class but into a dr's ofc. A good night's sleep and the headaches are gone. What an amazing coincidence. Now *I* have a headache. difficult child was on my case all Fri afternoon, all day Sat and Sun. I am exhausted. He has so much perseverance, so much staying power it is unbelievable. At one point, I just laid on the couch with-an ice pack at the back of my neck, closed my eyes, and tuned him out (although it's hard to tune out a 13-yr-old boy who's screaming the F-word for 45 min and alternately telling me he hates me, loves me, can't help what he does, can help what he does but it's going to take another 10 yrs ...). I hired a tutor, who just dropped off difficult child Thur because difficult child was so rude to him, he couldn't teach anything. He promised to come back Sun. I left 3 msgs and he didn't return any of them and never showed up on Sun. Last night at dinner, husband made a statement about how humans are the only animals that can plan 5 min. into the future. I said, "Really? I thought I read somewhere that some scientists discovered that ..." Before I could finish, (and of course, I can't recall which animal it was or where I saw the article and right now I couldn't care less, and that's putting it nicely) husband said, "There you go again. You've always got to correct me. You know you can never let me say anything that you don't correct." "See?" added difficult child. "That's the same thing she does to me." "I was just adding to the conversation," I said. "I had no idea ..." and I did my best not to ruin dinner by crying at the table, but I was so exhausted and fragile I just put my head down on my arms and cried anyway. I cannot be perfect. I can't even come close. I can't even have a conversation with-anyone in my family for fear they're going to blow up at me (difficult child) or have their male ego shattered (husband). Or both. Don't even get me started on my 81-yr-old cousin, who thinks she's going to get her driver's lic in VA, when she hasn't remembered to pay taxes since 2004 and can't remember when she last took her pain medications. Or my 89-yr-old dad, who has Alzheimer's, but who, like my cousin and my son, hates to brush his teeth or shower. (I flew to MN a cpl wks ago to be with-him.) On top of it, the locksmith scr*wed up my office deadbolt and I was locked out of my own office last night and this a.m., where I had to get on the computer to pay bills, get a bank deposit, renew my passport, email photos to a client ... blah blah blah ... I am surrounded by stubborn, smelly, uncooperative people. Life hoovers. Thanks for listening.