I can't even begin to tell you how discouraged I'm feeling right now. Difficult Child has this epic meltdown yesterday because it was taking soooooo long to get Easy Child's basketball net assembled. Cursing, screaming, the whole nine yards. And there was no reason for it. His dad and I told him if he didn't want to help anymore (this was about 5:00 pm, and he had been voluntarily helping all day. We didn't make him do it) to just go in the house, but no, Difficult Child just couldn't leave quietly. His dad finally lost it and went after him and Difficult Child took a swing at him. I got in between them and told Difficult Child to get into his room and stay there. He goes, but not before locking and barricading all of the doors to the house. Good thing my husband had a key in his pocket!! About an hour later we had (finally) gotten the bulk of the net assembly finished, and I went inside to order pizza. During that hour no one tried to talk to Difficult Child at all. We figured that we should just let him cool off. I went outside to help my husband with some small stuff, and suddenly there is Difficult Child out on the porch, screaming at the top of his lungs at us. Then he went back inside, announcing he was calling the police because he wants new parents. They actually showed up!! The responding officer spoke to my husband, to me, and to Difficult Child, and basically told Difficult Child that this whole matter was his fault. Not that is really did any good, because as soon as the officer was gone Difficult Child was pissed off about me ordering pizza, and demanding that I take him somewhere else to get something to eat because he wasn't going to eat pizza. I told him, "After the way you behaved today you want me to do special favors for you? Think again!" His response? "So you're going to pull that card on me?" I left him home with his dad and Easy Child and I picked up pizza. When I got back Difficult Child asked if he could just have the hot wings, and honestly, but that point, I didn't care what he did, as long as he ate his dinner peacefully, and got out of my face. I'm so tired. We are all so sick of the behaviors and the meltdowns and the nonsense that goes with this kid!! If he walked out the door tomorrow I don't think I would miss him. And this was only the first day of spring break. I've got six more days ahead of me,mint including the weekend!! No wonder I'm feeling so discouraged.