Sometimes I just wonder about difficult child. He has so many different sides. Yesterday I saw his cranky side, violent side, empathetic side, happy side, and sad side. We were headed out of his therapist appointment yesterday and difficult child was complaining about having me be the one to take him to wrestling. Then he we were already running late and he wants to change in the car which takes longer than dressing when there. I know I should have just let it go. He got mad and started screaming at me so I told him we wouldn't go if he kept acting that way. He got a bit violent (I know using the word bit but with him there are varying degrees). I was going to pull wrestling but he really needed it. When we got home he was in a better mood and accepted his consequence or tried to of having to be in his room with no tv or dessert for the night. difficult child can't ever truly stay in his room, he has to run out several times to ask questions, etc. Well I had my own meltdown when I got home and easy child hadn't thrown the pizzas in the oven. It was 7:00 at night and all I wanted was my dinner. easy child was supposed t have put them in the oven. I was obviously overdrawn for the day and just cried-embarrassing to admit but true. difficult child came out of his room several times to give me hugs and tell me how sorry he was. He asked if I wanted him to make me a hot dog to feel better because he had done that once to make me feel better. His happy side came out at dinner-he was a true delight! When it was time for him to go to bed the meltdown started. Even though a sick husband had read to him he was inconsolable about not being allowed to sleep on the couch by us or in our bed just til we came up. He said he felt too alone in his room. I felt bad for him but held firm in my decision that if he had chosen violence to show his anger he was not coming out of his room. This was the first time I had tried this particular consequence. He cried a sad, sad cry and so hard that his nose started bleeding-a real gusher. Finally I got him tucked back into bed and he fell asleep. What a range of emotions for one little guy in a few short hours.