I picked up difficult child's assignments from school last week as she had been absent. After 4 hours, she managed to complete 2 social studies worksheets which involved reading the first page and answering 10 questions and cutting out the pyramid and coloring it. That's it. She spent 30 minutes yelling at me over one of the questions: How do scientists believe the early Indians arrived in the Western Hemisphere? I explained the question to her because she was reading it wrong, but of course I'm only mom and don't know anything. Then she just sits there, won't respond to me at all and stares blankly at the page. ARGH!!!! Of course, I wasn't engaged with her for that entire 30 minutes, but that didn't stop her. As soon as I saw where it was heading, I told her that I wasn't helping her as long as she was yelling at me which led to her throwing her pencil and papers and just going on full force about how I don't care about her and I don't care if she fails. Sigh... She still has 3 other subjects to work on. Except I'm not worried about the math as it was all review for the achievement test this week and math homework has been the source of some huge meltdowns in this house. I couldn't care less about how she scores on the achievement test. Don't even get me started on that subject. She didn't work on any of her schoolwork yesterday as she was in a PMS-hormonal rage (I'm not exaggerating a bit) and I wasn't pushing it. They aren't due Monday, she has more time than that, but as school is such a huge source of anxiety for her I wanted to help her at least be caught up so she wouldn't return behind. As soon as she finished the social studies, she said she felt sick. Now, I do know that her anxiety causes physical symptoms such as that. However, I also feel like she uses that anytime she doesn't want to do something. To say that my daughter is a bit of a hypochondriac is putting it mildly. I've lost count of how many thermometers we've gone through because she keeps wearing them out. I know in the grand scheme of things this is relatively minor. But nothing, absolutely nothing, with this kid is easy. Everything without exception is a battle and some days I'm just tired. Yet, I always seem surprised by her reaction to things. I guess I'm just always optimistic.