and this morning was one of the worst. difficult child was throwing a fit from the word good morning. Crying, yelling, screaming and the whole schbang. I kept my cool, sent him to his room over and over. And then I remember? He does not have school today as a "comp" day for his 3 day field trip last week. Ok, so I just went through WWIII for nothing? And now difficult child is being an angel, just like someone flipped a switch.