difficult child had a great weekend and went out of hi way to no make me angry on Mother's Day, or at least that was what he said to me he was trying to do. We went out for dinner yesterday and since no one was hungry for dessert, he offered to treat the family to Bakin Robbins a little while later. So, all in all, really a great weekend for him. Then this morning comes. He wakes up and I get him to come down to the kitchen to take his medications. He's just so...blah is the best way I can describe it. I ask him if anything is bothering him and he tell me no, so I jump in the shower. I come out and he isn't dressed yet. Since he was feeling sort of blah, I tell him that I spoke to the therapist the other day (he's refused to go to the therapist since we called the police about a month ago, but I've been trying to get him to go) and he was asking how you were doing and wanted to know if you wanted to come in and talk to him. He said that he would, but when. I told him that I would have to see when I could get an appointment for him. I go to dry my hair. I come back and he tells me that he can't go to school because he has a headache and he doesn't feel well. Now, in my house unless you're running a fever or throwing up you go to school. I gave him two Advil and told him that he should start his day and see how he was feeling. He started crying, telling me that he can't go. I asked if there was something at school that was bothering him? A test? Another kid? Worried about his track meet tomorrow? He said no to everything. Just that he didn't feel well and he would not be able to do well, and if he didn't do well today he would start to feel like he could never do well. On and on this went, all the while I'm doing my best to assure him that I understand exactly how he feels, that I have felt the ame way many times before, but that he still needed to do what he needed to do and go to school. He remained calm for the most part, but kept insisting that he wasn't going and I couldn't make him. I told husband that I might need help so he gets up, but stays out of it to see what happens. Then it was time for difficult child to leave for the bus stop, so I told him that he needed to put his shoes on and gather up his pencils and whatever he needs to take with him to school. He does, all the while crying, telling me that he needs to stay home and why can't I jut be nice?! I told him that I'm his mom and sometimes it's my job not to be nice. He went, slamming the door on his way out and throwing the newspaper at the front door. I can see the bus stop from one of the windows in my bedroom, and I watched to make sure that he actually got on the bus. So, my question for all of you wise difficult child moms is this: is this difficult child behavior, or typical teenage hormonal angst? I'm voting for teenage angst, but I wanted other opinions. Thanks!