I thought that it was all going okay. difficult child got up on his own and did all of the things that he needed to do, except eat breakfast. Sometimes he eats, sometimes he doesn't. It's not one of the fights that I choose to fight. If he wants to eat he needs to get himself down to the kitchen with enough time to eat and get to the bus stop. This morning, when he came down he was all annoyed and started screaming at easy child because they were both talking to me at the same time about things they wanted me to add to the grocery list and difficult child said he was talking first and easy child had to shut up. I told difficult child not to tell easy child to shut up, that I actually heard what both of them were saying and both of their wants were actually already on my list. difficult child then tells me that he can tell anyhone anything he wants. I told him that this is why no one ever wants to do anything with him - because he's so mean to the rest of us. That starts how if we would "play" with him he would be nicer. I pointed out to him that there have been several times that we had planned to do things with him and he decided at the last minute that he didn't want to participate. Of course, those times don't count. It's all the OTHER times that really matter. Then he starts in with how I have NOTHING in the house for him to eat for breakfast. Now, I admit, that the kitchen might be a little short of things that are quick to eat, but I explained to him that I was going to the store this morning and I will get everything that he asked for. So, he spends the next 15 minutes complaining to me how I have everything in the house that easy child likes ad NOTHING for him. I made several suggestions (take some dry cereal in a paper cup, have a piece of bread with some peanut butter or Nuttella on it, have one of those little fruit cups that you like). Nothing was good enough. easy child was eating though this tirade, and said to difficult child that he could have one of the pancakes that he had made for himself. difficult child, in true difficult child style, screamed at him to "shut up and stay out of it!" I quietly told him not to be so nasty to his brother because easy child was only trying to help him. He wanted nothing to do with that. difficult child leaves for the bus really early, so I suggested that he leave a few minutes later and I would make him a scrambled egg (which he could make himself, but I was trying to be helpful). No, that wasn't good enough, either. By now, he's crying, and getting really angry, telling me that he's STARVING and it's all my fault. I remained very calm (yay me!) and told him that I was sorry that he was so upset and that I don't like to see him start his morning this way, but I was giving him some suggestions to help him. If he didn't like my suggestions that was fine, but then stop complaining and come up with an idea of his own. He can't think of any ideas of his own because he's STARVING and it's all my fault.Finally, he left, slamming the door behind him, and telling me that his life sucks and (again) it's all my fault. I love my life. Really, I do.