Right now difficult child is in the middle of a nice little hissy fit. Why? Because he's bored, because I won't give him anything fun to do, because it's his turn to do the dishes and he wants to wait till tomorrow (never mind that all of the glasses are dirty), because I won't let him watch TV until the dishes are done....AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. We stood in front of the tv a bit ago with him turning it on and me turning it off and him trying to get the remote from me. Now he wants to cal husband at work to complain that I'm treating him like ****, treating him like a little kid, etc. He informed me that I'm the reason he's in counseling because we don't get along and I treat him like a little kid. (Ok, so what about all the years you were in counseling before we even MET you at the age of nine?) I'm managing to stay calm and just waited on his little tirade to be over, which of course made him more mad because I'm not listening to him. Oh yeah, and he's almost 18 so he can do what he wants. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I just keep telling myself...breathe, breathe.