difficult child is depressed - although she won't admit. She has slept most of the last 5 days, to the extent that I checked on her to make sure she was still breathing. At 10:30pm she walks into the kitchen and just stares at me. She had been asleep since at least 2:30pm. She had therapy at 3pm and I couldn't get her up. I asked, "What's up?", and this is how the conversation went: difficult child: (angrily - not quite yelling) I'm tired! Me: I'm sorry. difficult child: I can't sleep! Me: Honey, you've been sleeping most of the time, maybe that's why.... difficult child: NO! [The rats] won't shut up! Me: There is nothing I can do about that. difficult child: Well, what am I supposed to do? They wake me up every night! Me: You could move them into the other room. difficult child: Where are we going to put them? There's no room. Me: We can make room. It's not hard. difficult child: When are we going to do it? Me: Not tonight. (because she will change her mind about it again) difficult child: So, what am I supposed to do now? Me: You can sleep in the spare room. difficult child: (glares at me, stomps into the spare room and doesn't quite slam the door) I get online to review her school work for tomorrow so that I'm prepared. I was watching a video instruction. difficult child storms out of the spare room. difficult child: Does that have to be so loud? Me: It's not loud. I can turn it down a little, but not much. difficult child: Nevermind. I'm up now. Well, precious little angel, I'm sorry to have put you out while I prepare to help you with your schoolwork because you don't want to work with the teachers directly and you meltdown every 5 seconds. She makes me tired. And Thursday she is going to spend time with her new PCA. After her behavior when she met the PCA, I'm impressed the PCA still wants to work with her. There will be hell to pay come Thursday - before and after.