By the time difficult child gets shoved out the door by me to get onto the bus that pulls up at our house, I am totally exhausted and full of anger and full of defeated-ness. It's not 8:00 AM and I'm so full of anger I wonder if I can shake it the rest of the day. WHY do difficult children put us through this? WHY can he hold it together while his father is here and for the teachers and then let loose on me every single minute we have with no one else present? I will never understand it. He's so defiant, calls me names, sticks out his bootocks like he's passing gas on me, kicks the little dogs, pretends like he's stealing money out of the dresser, slams the doors, and after I shove him outside, he stands there ringing the doorbell till the bus shows up. WHY??? What fun is that for a boy who's going on 12? He's slowly driving me totally insane. Yes, I get a break, yes I'm on ADs, yes I tell his therapist. None of that changes his behavior. We've done behavior mods since he was FOUR and very little has changed. I knew you guys would understand...........thanks.