Sigh. I am so angry right now. I usually am able to keep my cool when dealing with him. Tonight is not one of those times. Carson has been in OCS (on campus suspension) for 4 days. He hasn't done ANY work while in there. Today he brought home a Social Studies test to do at home (they hardly EVER let him bring a test home)...it is open book. Like a FOOL I let Carson have some computer time as soon as we got home. I usually do that for 30 minutes to allow him to decompress and to relax before we start back in on school work. He has a snack then too. Then I told him to come to the table for homework. He whined. He begged. He came by the table, saw what it was and said "I can't do that". I reminded him that I would sit right beside him the whole time. That it was easy, he got to use the book! He stood by the chair and gave me the evil eye. "Sit down right here. We can get this done in no time". "NO!" "Come on Carson, it won't take very long at all. Sit by me." He said "I dont WANT TO" "But you have to do it Carson, lets just get started and it will take no time". "NOOOOO!!!!!!" "SIT down Carson. In this chair. Now." "Noooooo!!! You can't make me." More evil I-dare-you eyes. I told him to go to his room right now. NOW! He runs screaming from the room that I hate him. That I am the meanest person in the world. That he wants to live with his Dad. That he never wants to live with me again. I yelled back at him that I would be in there in 15 minutes to help him pack. I am tired. And if I thought his Father REALLY cared about him, that he could pull his head out of his child brides ass--I would pack his stuff. But then I am reminded that "Daddy" gave me full custody of Carson...while keeping joint custody of our other 2 minor kids. Because he and his new wife can't "handle" Carson. And yet, *I* am the bad guy. I feel so guilty for being mad at him. How much is his....well, out of his control? And how much is it that he is just a 9 year old BRAT! I have a hard time knowing when to really disicpline him and when to cut him some slack. I also have a hard time knowing how many glasses of wine I need to function on a daily basis (just kidding...sorta).