The day started with difficult child wound up, and he just got worse. When he was walking to the car he slipped on the ice and fell on his back. I was four feet from him, and before I could ask him if he was ok, he screamed at me why did I push him? I told him I could not even reach him to push him. All the way to school he went off about how I do not love him, I don't even care about him. Man, was I glad to get him to school. After school he threw a fit because he had basketball practice and did not think he could get his homework done. He did get it done. He then told me that his team told him he sucked, and that he wanted to quit basketball because he was too short. This crying fit went on for what seemed like forever. It stopped right before we walked in the gym for basketball. Thank goodness basketball went good, and afterward difficult child even said that his teamates were'nt mean to him after all. At home he did not want to listen, and threw a fit because he had to finish up a little bit of homework. He had to write 10 spelling words 3 times. I asked him to use better handwriting, and the fight was on. He is finally in bed, and I am glad. Sometimes this rollercoaster ride is too much. He was even great after school, did his homework when I asked him the first time.