difficult child missed his Tuesday night bowl and with the storm coming in, I figured he better make it up after school today instead of relying on this weekend. STUPID IDEA to say the least. Next time best to just let him score a 0 for the three games. "difficult child, do you want to make up bowling?" I asked as he came in the door. "Sure, whatever!" so we go. First game, bowled crappy but still a 117 (no idea how that happened, must have gotten some good rolls on the last few lanes). Every single frame, he would turn to me, make a face, and say, "What the???? I threw that perfectly." "The ball won't go the way I throw it." He was making up a game so HAD to bowl three games. Second game, bowled even worse and scored 75. You can imagine the stress/frustration he was building and every second blaming ME for bringing him. "Mom, you know better than bringing me bowling after school. blah, blah, blah, blah." My reply is that when you have a crappy attitude, you will bowl crappy so he better straighten up his attitude. Third game just as bad but ended with a few strikes scoring 112. He then wanted ME to ask that they turn a lane back on for him to bowl longer. I said no - it is his responsibility to take his score up and ask for a new lane. A stand down! Ugh. O.k., to compromise, I told him I would go WITH him. No, not good enough so I took a container up to the kitchen and he followed with his sheet. He asked for a lane to open for open bowling. I wanted to go to Walmart but told him I would wait for him to bowl one or two games and then we would go since he was not bowling well. Then as he entered his name and info, he somehow figured out it was not working. He demanded that I go tell the staff the score wasn't working. I again said "No, that is your responsibility." What does he do, bowls anyway. I tell him to stop and go tell the staff that the scoring was not working. He refused and turned around to continue bowling. (He didn't want the staff to see is ugly attitude - normally he would have no trouble doing this on his own) That is when I blew it. "O.K., THAT IS IT! PUT THE BALL AWAY! WE ARE GOING HOME NOW!!!!!!" I went to the counter and told staff to turn off his lane that he could not stay with that attitude. And he can't understand why I am angry. "I didn't do anything wrong!" "I asked politely." "No one knew we were fighting until you yelled!" UGH UGH UGH! "Let me call Dad - you are scaring me!" "You need to be hospitalized"(he said about me), blah blah blah blah blah! I asked him how he thought I felt to be critized with each throw of the ball. It is sure fun to be griped at for almost 60 times (3 games with 20 throws of the ball but he did have quite a few strikes all followed by gutters). But of course, it is my fault he did terrible. Guess we will have plenty to talk about at the next therapist visit and maybe psychiatrist is correct that a different medication than Citralpram is in order? And when and how will I get toilet paper supply before the storm hits? Maybe I will go out when husband comes home.