First, he refuses to get out of his chair and turn off his PS2, so I tell him I will pack for him. Then, I am 3/4 of the way through, and he barges in and yells that he TOLD me 10X that he would do it. I give up and go to bed. This a.m., he has emptied out nearly everything I packed, taken his wet jeans out of the washer and laid them on his bed. Soaking wet. "Finished!" he announces. And he wonders why I follow up on everything he does. We drop him off at overnight camp in 1 hr. I've got the dryer on the highest setting. How do you roll up a sleeping bag with a broken zipper? Never mind.