Wow. I'm not even sure what else to say. We've had bad days at school here and there, but we're starting in on week #2. This isn't a day, this is a run of days. Last Monday he refused to do any work at school. Tuesday he chewed holes thru several t-shirts. Wednesday was the evaluation, which obviously wasn't a picnic. Thursday was the day from you know where, when he kicked kids, bit teachers, spit on people, and threw shoes for 4 hours and had to be restrained at school. He chewed holes thru at least 2 shirts a day every day but Thursday, and on Thursday, he didn't touch his shirt to his mouth at all during the entire day. This morning was a nightmare getting him to school. He cried, earnest, heartbroken crying. It started that he wanted to buy Lego's with his birthday money. Then it was that he didn't want to go to school, no one liked him, they say he stinks. Then it was his brother didn't love him. I don't know the real reason, but whatever it was, his heart was truly broken. For an hour. Today at school, he and another teacher had it out most of the day. I picked him up to a 20 minute lecture from teacher (which made him late to BT) about all he needed was consistency and firmness. Oh that gets my goose... We got to BT 10 minutes late, had a good session, and came home. He fell asleep almost instantly. Went to the inlaws for dinner, I woke him, and he was shaking like crazy. Inside, he wet his pants. Got his clothes changed and he was cold. I gave him a blanket and realized he was HOT. Borrowed a thermometer and took his temp - 103.5 AXILLARY! Yikes. Needles to say, I took my dinner to go. Gave him Advil which took the temp to 102 axillary, and he obviously felt better. We played Candy Land. He was great. Later he was playing Lego's so I worked on a project for the school fund raiser. He decided he wanted to make one, too, for his friend in the hospital. Except he wanted to do it NOW and we didn't have anything to make it out of. So it started that he wanted to use any scrap we could find that just plain wouldn't work. I refused to argue and ignored, to which he grabbed his scissors and threatened to cut up some stuff...pieces of fabric, so it wouldn't have been the end of the world, but ignoring that will lead to a bigger infraction that you can't ignore, so I took the scissors. He refused to give them up and for a very brief moment, pointed them to me. When I got the scissors, I walked out of the room and he followed, yelling he was sorry and begging me to still love him... I said "of course I love you, I just don't like it when you act like this - we have to wait until we have the PARTS to make this project" - and this is somehow about me loving him or not? Obviously he's sick. He's usually an angel when he's sick, however, this time, he's flippin' crazy. He's not even making any sense.